Nyx's POV
"Maybe we need to figure out what this is. Before someone else forces us to define it."
I turned to look at him. He was watching me with that expression I couldn't read. The one that might have been hope, or might have been something else entirely.
"And what do you want it to be?" I asked.
He opened his mouth, then closed it, and his face went blank. That wall he put up whenever we got too close to something real.
"It doesn't matter what I want," he said.
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only one I have."
I stared at him, waiting for more, but his gaze dropped to the floor.
"Fine," I said. "Keep your walls. I have my mother to face."
I left before he could respond.
My mother found me in the medical wing an hour later.
"Walk with me." It wasn't a request.
We walked t
