Damon did not know how to react. His smile never quite reached his eyes, but he nodded along to Iris's arguments, validating each one as long as it was logically sound, even when doing so brought her closer to a truth he was not ready to face.
Was this fate or choice.
The girl had a right to know who killed her father, and Damon was tired. Tired of the senseless violence. Tired of the endless justifications. He wanted peace. That was all.
Luna could not resist the urge to show off her niece. She rose eagerly, cradled Ranar against her chest, and tugged Iris along by the wrist, the two of them disappearing down the corridor in soft laughter, leaving Damon alone in the courtyard beneath the glow of the twin moons.
"You sure took your time," he whispered.
A woman with long red hair stood a short distance away, watching him.
