I didn't say anything. He didn't say anything. He'd slowed down. That was the whole conversation.
At the suite door, his hand stopped on the panel.
"Harper." His voice was rough. Quieter than I'd heard it in days.
I waited.
"I need—" He stopped. Started again. "Some time. By myself. For a while."
"Okay."
He looked at me. The amber in his eyes had gone darker than it should be, but the gold was still there, frayed at the edges, holding.
"I'll be in the living room," I said. "If you need anything."
His mouth moved like he was going to say something. Then he didn't. He nodded once and went inside.
The bedroom door closed. Soft. Softer than last time, which was somehow worse.
I sat on the sofa with the lights low.
Diana's voice drifted up from somewhere in my memory. The bond reads
