Callista.

A gasp comes, breaking the moment.

A very recognizable gasp.

With it, Theon and I return to reality. The feverish happiness I’d been bathing myself in before vanishes, instead mixed with cold dread. For a moment, I catch Theon’s eyes, unguarded, loving, and wish that he’d seen the truth of who I am. My heart races in my chest, and I try to put the truth into my eyes.

But in the end, it doesn’t matter. Prejudice wins over the reality and my heart breaks when his brown ...