Leah
The bond told me Darien was moving fast.
Not his emotions exactly, more like the sensation of distance stretching between us, growing the way the silence grows in a room after someone leaves it.
I watched out the window for a long time before I finally decided to go and join Keanu. He told me he would wait for me at breakfast before Darien left. That was quite a while ago.
Keanu was sitting at the dining table when I arrived, nursing a cup of something dark and steaming with the focused reverence of a man encountering coffee for what might be only the second or third time in his adult life. He was wearing one of the loose linen shirts he seemed to favor, his hair pulled back in a knot, his amber eyes tracking every person who passed through the hall with alert, unapologetic curio
