Chapter 15
Bar knew he was making a fool of himself, but he couldn’t seem to stop. In other circumstances, one day he would have been captain. But circumstances were what they were: the Midnight Ride was a doomed ship, and he’d never be more than sub-captain. He could have lived with that. What he had trouble accepting was that he would always be second best—he’d have to be blind not to see his half-brother, the child of the woman his father worshipped more than Bar’s mother, was the favored son.
Even that he could have lived with, but now…Dayne gazed at Hart as if he were his last breath of oxygen. How could Hart not notice? Not want him in return?
Years and years before, when he and his crèche mates had barely been old enough to be released from their crèche, he’d wandered into the st
