“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this sooner,” Corra exclaimed as she paced her Dionysian quarters for what would probably be the last time. She was set to leave on the Beacon in just a few hours. She’d come over to the Dionysian to say goodbye and maybe ask Leta for one of her miraculous hangover cures, but all her concerns about that had faded instantly when her friend had shared some news of her own.
“It only happened last night,” Leta put in quietly, sitting on the edge of Corra’s bed, looking a little flushed. Continue reading