Lysandra POV

I wanted to offer to go with him, to help, to be the comfort he couldn’t name but he was a hurricane of distraction, and I knew he wouldn’t enjoy me there. Still, I tried the easy route.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, my voice light with the thrill of potential gossip every secret was a treasure, and I was good at turning scraps into power.

He never gave me everything. He never had to. I collected the slivers he tossed me, stitched them together with what Lucen ...