"And you're right—Asterion should speak to you." "He's spoken to you easily enough," I muttered. Conall laughed. "Not really. Not so much as you think, and not since… Never mind. I'll stop meddling." There'd been a moment, the start of a rainstorm and Asterion's strong arms around me, when I'd thought he was everything I wanted and needed to heal. But the weeks in the castle had made it clear that nothing would be so simple. I needed Conall's energy, his wildness. I needed Hywel's colossal power. I needed Laszlo's quiet comfort too. I needed to be wanted, and not from an intangible distance.
