#sixtybelow

                      to, uh oh, those summer nights

                        I did this to myself. This is my burden to bear. But she treats it as if it, too, is her cross that she must carry. These scars do not mar her skin, but she cherishes them with love and care. There is no disgust in her eyes. I did this. “Your touch is like heaven,” he said, instead.

                               “Saphira, I am so terribly sorry for your father. His death was...abrupt, was it not?”

                                  “Aryanna, it’s been so long since you’ve seen me.”

                             “I think I have a solution to Calabria’s issue in the court. How would you feel about a little vacation in a shuttle? A break from everything may help her.”

                            “Good afternoon. My name is Isla Orikal, and I’m going to be your nurse for the duration of your stay here, Officer.”

                             Vandlo Kezia squinted through the crowd, grateful for once over his short stature as he easily picked the pockets of the wealthy, slipping in and out, like a snake through shrubbery. This was a crowd he was unfamiliar with, but all the same, he played his tricks well. Rye was doing an impeccable job distracting everyone. He could only hope they did it long enough for Vandlo to get out and return to the caravan. Vandlo glanced up, crinkling his nose over how people eyed Rye in all of their long haired glory. Disgusting, he thought, snorting.

                                 Dantel stared in silence at his wife, finding his own chest tightening in anticipation and concern. “Ostium,” he said, reaching out to gently take her hand and squeeze it. “What happened on Verus?”