Rhys released my chin. But as he lowered his hand, I gripped his wrist, feeling the solid strength. It’s a shame, I said, the words nearly gobbled up by the sound of the city music. That others in Prythian don’t know. A shame that you let them think the worst. He took a step back, his wings beating the air like mighty drums. As long as the people who matter most know the truth, I don’t care about the rest. Get some sleep. Then he shot into the sky, and was swallowed by the darkness between the stars.