CHAPTER 30
If I knew this was going to be the last time I saw Zeta for decades, maybe I would have handled things differently.
Zeta met me at the stables. She was in a stall brushing down a beautiful appaloosa. The front half, head, and neck were a dark mud-brown, and from mid-back to the hind quarters and back legs was white, and spotted with the same mud-brown.
She stopped when she noticed me. Her eyes dropped, cheeks reddened. “Wyn.”
I waited, thought there might be more. I didn’t know how much of our last few days Anna shared with Zeta. Hopefully, not a word. “I’ve talked with Anna.”
She absently ran the brush across the horse’s neck. The horse didn’t seem to mind if the motion was absently performed, or not.
“I wanted to ask you in person, to talk about everything with you. I kn
