“W ill you not come inside?” Aster steps back from the entrance.
But Jocef does not move. He stands at the entrance his amber eyes lit with pain. There is something different about his face she sees. It is in the set of his jaw the smoothness of his forehead. It is in his upright bearing.
A decision has been made she knows suddenly. One that he will bear nobly. But that does not stop the wing beats of her own heart.
“I have come to bid you farewell.” His voice is low.
