He is strong, and lithe, and certain. And he is mine.

Your daughter is doing well here. I've been overseeing her training." Since when does "overseeing" include throwing knives at me and scolding me at every opportunity?

He holds my face in both hands and kisses me back. I press into the distance between us until it is gone, crushing the secrets we have kept and the suspicions we have harbored-for good, I hope.

This was the first place I everfelt strong. Every time I breathe this air I feel it again.

I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.

It's time to be with my brother now

His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. "I still don't understand," he says softly, "how she knew that it would work.