“Why did you go to High Farrow?” Lycus asked quietly, looking up at the night sky. “It seemed like the farthest place from everything.” A half-truth. The moon shone beautifully on his dark skin as she watched him, until Tauria stepped up close, bracing her hands on the chipped wooden ledge. His eyes fell from the sky, and his green irises sparkled as though they’d captured the stars. “You went because you knew Nikalias would keep you safe.”
