Nova Peak Yerûmpiits

“Don’t worry, Lorcan. That’s the last thing I think about you,” she watches him blench, as if his control balances on the edge of a knife blade.
“I don’t think everything’s solved in words,” she counters, “but you owe it to your wife to be honest with her. If you think nothing’s happened, fine. Tell her that. It’ll sound better coming from your mouth than it does mine.” She watches the turn of his shoulder, blue eyes lit like cool fires along his back.
Then he is gone.