Zylah didn’t care that they were talking about her as if she wasn’t there. Raif was gone. And she hadn’t told him. Hadn’t told him how much he’d saved her these last few months in Virian. How he’d made each day easier for her. How she loved him. Her breath caught in her throat, and she clutched at the necklace he’d given her. She hadn’t deserved it. His love. Any of it. And now he was gone.
