I still have to call Lisa, she thought, and felt a sharp tender ache in her chest. Lisabel was here. Kyr had taken her out to dinner, and they’d said nice stupid things to each other, and they’d—they’d kissed. Kyr had never even thought of kissing Lisabel. She did not know how she had managed not to think of it. She put her hand over her mouth. She was trying not to laugh, or scream. Mags in Raingold, blurting I’m queer at Kyr like he was expecting to be slapped.
