"Can you two keep a secret?"
She asked flatly, still gazing up into the sky. It was rare to hear her speak when Rav wasn't around. Did she have something to say she couldn't say to him?
"Rav is amazing. Even with wings like mine, I could never catch him."
There was a melancholy in her voice. A soft, songlike quality.
"It's why I've always rejected his advances," she continued. "I would only slow him down."
"If you like him, you should tell him," Ezra said. "You're better for him than some Ferin at a club."
Bree's gaze remained skyward. "He's not thinking about club girls when he rushes headfirst into danger. A real relationship would make him reckless. Unfocused. I've seen it before - too clearly. Rav and I will always be many things to each other, but romantic partners we are not."
Bree clutched the pendant around her neck - the Corestone, Ezra recalled it being named.
Something had happened. Ezra could tell. Had Rav loved someone else before? Lost them?
