Symone leaves at that, and I spend the next hour changing into something more “comfortable” (okay, sexy) and staring impatiently out the window as I watch the sun set.
Don’t get me wrong—I’m not eager for tomorrow to come. I’m not particularly looking forward to this next phase of my strange, new life here in Vitalia—the phase where I fight in a war I don’t believe in under the leadership of a man I believe in even less.
I wonder which side of this Great War is the more moralistic one. Technically, the side Jesse and I are on—the Hammerlockian side—are at least the defenders, rather than the antagonizers. They’re defending their homeland from the Signa—at least, they were, until the very recent decision of King Brendan to invade Signa.
In terms of my lineage, I’m also on the correct sid
