Chapter 50Sora's POV
Every morning when I wake, before I even open my eyes, the first thing I register is east.
He's east.
I've learned how to handle it. Acknowledge the mate bond, then carry it with me and keep working.
And here, there is always work that can't be finished.
One surgery into the next. One chart into the next.
Through all of it, Bobby moves beside me in easy sync, passing suction and clamp, anticipating the instrument before I ask. We don't talk much. In the face of work this heavy, words tend to be excess. My hands have gone completely numb, two cold instruments, and that is exactly the state I need them in.
But eventually, Bobby breaks the silence.
"So he's still at it. The asking-around thing."
I'm re-sorting the lunarium tray. "Blackwood?"
"Yeah. Different Bet
