Milo’s POV
“This was supposed to be a world tour. We were supposed to be reminding all the regulars that we’re not the enemy, not convincing our own kind that the regulars aren’t the enemy.”
Nell sighs. I watch her thin, willowy frame rise and fall with the movement, noting to myself that she’s gotten thinner over the past few weeks. Nell has always been on the trimmer side, but she used to be more fit than thin. I think the stress of our current situation, coupled with the stress of what our daughter is going through, is really starting to wear on her.
“I know,” she finally says, looking up at me with the silvery eyes that have killed me since the day I met her. “But there’s going to be no convincing the regulars we aren’t the enemy if we let our kin attack theirs.”
I glance back a
