Subterfuge“Bri,” I whispered. “I can’t believe I’m seeing you again.”
I held him tight and remembered all those nights I had dreamt of him. Bri’s strong arms hugged me back.
We stood in the middle of Marcus’s small, poorly lit safehouse. Marcus had set Avinna’s bones, and, thankfully, the breaks had been clean. Her broken arm now rested in a sling, and her fingers were bandaged together. They sat on the narrow bed in one corner, and Hayyan sat in the chair in the other.
“I can’t believe you’re alive,” Bri said. “I have so much to tell you about. There’s so much I’ve done!” He laughed like we were children again. “Did you watch me walk through that angry mob and make Valence shake?”
“My heart fluttered when I saw you. You could have taken both of those golems yourself.”
Bri’s smile fal
