POV’s Tate
“What wish did you make?” Philip asked, completely catching me off guard.
I grinned, finally looking over at him. I paused, noticing how he was still facing up, lips slightly parted, eyes wide. That permanent tension in his brow was almost gone. And I was staring. “I can’t tell you,” I murmured. “Otherwise, it won’t come true.”
Philip finally looked over at me. “Is that why you didn’t ask me mine?”
I chuckled. “Obviously, but now, you’re making me really curious.”
Philip looked back up at the sky, and I did too.
“It’s things like this that make me hate Mitras,” I admitted.
“Does your family live there?” Philip asked.
I nodded. “We used to live further out by the mountains, but grandfather, he… he wanted us closer, I suppose.” I hummed. “Sometimes, being in that city, it
