MILO POV
“Did you like it?” Wilder asks.
The ceremony has broken up. Some people went back downstairs, but most of them are still on the roof, milling around and chatting. It looks like the end of any social gathering—not that I have extensive context for that.
But I remember this now. Just like I remembered something before when I came upon the people playing ball with one another. I don’t know if I’ve seen this specific ceremony before or not, but I’ve seen something like this.
“I did enjoy it,” I tell Wilder.
He nods. “I’m glad you came.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t come to meet your High Sorcerer earlier.”
“That’s okay,” Wilder says. “Lyra told me you had some kind of baggage about that.”
It’s weird to hear him referring to my past so casually. For me, it’s always been a big dark stai
