In an effort to calm down, he takes another deep breath. This one doesn’t leave him as woozy as the first, and he tries it again, sniffling as he breathes. The kid in Danac missed, he thinks. He should’ve shot Gerrick dead between the eyes. Then I wouldn’t have this…
Or last night, or the night before. Or this morning, that was amazing, just the two of them talking like seasoned lovers. Why can’t they get back to that?
He rubs a hand over the bumper, smudged with his prints but otherwise undamaged. His little fit left no lasting harm. Could they get back to it? Tonight maybe, Gerrick will come to him, Trin knows it, and maybe they could talk—
About what? A voice whips through his mind, Aissa’s voice, strengthening him. About how he got off on seeing you there behind the bounder? About h
