I opened my mouth to speak, but Sitri cut me off before the first word left my lips.
“No more secrets,” he said. “But this is not the place to have this talk. We shall have it, but not here. Not now.”
“Then where? When?”
“Once we are safe behind closed doors. War is coming, and it is better to take cover a day too early than a minute too late.” He looked up. Our eyes met. “Will you come with me, darling?”
Part of me wanted to deny him, to insist he give me answers before we sealed ourselves away on the outskirts of his city.
I didn’t have the words.
I wasn’t willing to walk back all the progress we’d made, the intimacy we’d built. Something told me Sitri knew it, too—but even that wouldn’t make me refuse him, not after everything we’d been through.
“I’ll go,” I said, “but no more secrets. I’m holding you to your word. Let’s get moving before our time runs out.”
