Tameka is the most generous person I know, and I still lied to her. When I tell my secret, I want everyone to know the truth. So, while she and Pax slept in our study-fort overnight, I had remained wide awake. I faked with my eyes closed to avail her suspicions.

My love, I am sorry.

You're still sitting across from me, inches away. Your hand is so much smaller than mine and warm. The fingernails are painted black with sharpie in your preteen rebellion. While I stare at your fingers, you squeeze, saying, "Tell Tameka the truth that you can't sleep and something keeps you up at night. She'll understand."

Yes. You're right, of course.

The Shadow returned to my study well-rested and wearing fresh clothes. Even Sagan had abandoned her wedding dress in the absence of the Icarean ceremonial ribbons. Everyone had dressed down, comfortable and prepared for the day.

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You wince slightly as you ask, "Was it awkward? You know after..."

I don't know. Yes? Maybe. Perhaps it was only me. You have convinced me I see doubt and questioning glances when it's simply concern and love. But at the time...

I was afraid to let them go. To tell them the truth and drive them away. So, I stalled.

Wearing the same clothes as yesterday was usually one of the first signs I was slipping. Well, that and sleep deprivation. In the same black slacks and white button down—wrinkled—I smiled and clapped with a quick chafe of my hands before asking the wonderful people in the room, "Who wants a private session with me?"

Hands went up.

Work had been non-stop since you'd destroyed Enki, so it wasn't common to be alone in a room with me anymore. Signature Wingmaster pep-talks were in high demand and in short supply. So...

Everyone wanted a chat.

Even Kyle.

"Sagan, do you mind...?"

Korac's mate stood and said, "You heard the Icarus, people. Out in the ravine and form a line. You'll all get a turn. Come on!"