The Underworld Trials of Luna
“And my dad.”
“That’s them now,” Life says, turning to observe them. “They mourn you, Redman. They were very young when they had you. They’ve been trying to have another child to quell their grief.”
Blythe nods, hanging his head, sniffing hard. I snap him into corporeality in that moment, unable to bear it, and reach out to take his hand. He squeezes mine back but doesn’t look at me.
“Redman,” Life says, soft and low, demanding his attention.