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Immediately follows you are whatever a moon has always meant.
The promise still buzzed restlessly in his mind, burning like his blackened skin under the hot sun. And as Eion sat inside the cool café, air conditioning blustering away at the barista counter, he reconsidered that promise. He knew he could deliver on the life of Elex Yorke, on the bate that was his once-life. But was there point in it? Was he wasting his meager hours as Eion Risk to entertain a girl's fleeting fancies? Was there a chance to discover something beneath her surface that was worth his while? Or would he find another Heliodor lurking? Another Sinope? Another knight with eyes as hateful as the overbright sun?
Flatting his hands across the cold cedar table, Eion fought to ground himself. He felt the chill and grain of the wood, counted the innumerable grooves in its surface, felt for how the lines crossed over one another in a craftsman's expert style. He hunted snippets of conversation through the lulling din — a mother asking about her daughter's school day or three friends exchanging vitriol over a passive-aggressive Facebook post. Suddenly the coffee grinder whirred to life with its pompous thrum. A bell chimed over the top of it, calling old-fashioned attention to another new customer.
Eion loosed a slow sigh. He sat back in the booth, wrapped in old and storied leathers, as the breath left his body. He wilted without it in the starved way that young boys often did — like he was a houseplant left to wither in noonday sun.
Stroud was right. He resuscitated himself upon spotting a stranger's approach, but they soon passed his table by despite the unreadable glance spared him. His guest would be arriving shortly, he reminded himself, and he had the better part of an hour left to spare.
What will I find in you, Connie Salvatore?
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