Harrow takes a deep breath in tune with her, as the hand slips up and lies firm on her hollow middle. She closes her eyes and exists in that same moment, unmoving. She is cherished and her heart responds with a deep, ferocious desire to have and keep Gideon Nav.

When Gideon moves, she startles out of her meditation and moves out of the way in turn. "You're not wrong," she says, in a rusty voice.