Rakos stumbles forward. Presses his forehead against hers and feels the warmth of her. The moment of connection is like his heart clicking back into place. He feels— He should feel right. He should feel whole. But one more thing is missing. “Hey Sarka. So, I kind of met someone—” The littlest Sandry. She sounds highly amused. I’m well aware. Rakos collapses against her head. “Does everyone besides me know who he is?” I smelled the plants on him from a mile away. He’s very cute.
