The Luna He Lost
“What, you thought saving the world would be glamorous?”
“I thought maybe it wouldn’t include so many legal clauses,” I said, waving a dusty scroll.
He snorted. “You sound like Cassian.”
“Please, if I sounded like Cassian, I’d be complaining with my whole chest and quoting a dramatic poem about death.”
As if summoned, Cassian popped his head into the room.
“I heard that,” he said. “And I do not appreciate the slander. I quote only the best dramatic poems.”
“Get out,” Killian and I said in unison.