“No one will blame you. You have to do what’s best for you.” Alix shakes his head. “I know,” he says. He gives a small, humorless laugh. “I don’t conduit often, but before Lucien was kicked out of the Crux, I did for him. I thought I trusted him.” His fingers slide through his short hair and pull tight. “After all he did to me, it’s fucked that a part of me is going to miss him.”
