Seth stared around the airship—the Torva Venti—in amazement, his green eyes wide. He spun, boot heel moving effortlessly against the fine Abyssinian carpet that padded the gondola, trying to take in everything at once. “Astounding.” Dex was grinning openly at Seth’s obvious delight. A week’s depression was enough and too much; Seth was relieved to feel his spirits rise. He’d not wanted to come to the evening’s dinner party at all, but Dex had insisted.
“Come along; I should like to introduce you to my friend,” Dex said. He gestured for Seth to follow, very carefully not touching his lover’s arm. Seth frowned at the enforced distance. They had been alone at the hunting lodge for weeks now; it was hard to remember that Society would frown on their casual contact. If Dex was a young lady, th
