“It’s time for me to go.”
The tension in my shoulders relaxes, although still my whole body recoils from the thought: Gavrilleaving … ugh.
“Before my morning question?” I say instead.
“After, of course. Let’s hear it.”
Even though it was just last night, the entire memory is coated in an otherworldly haze: us makinglove a few more times in his office, feeding each other two-bite brownies with our fingers, then, inGavril’s arms, a blanket, and then … nothing. I must’ve fallen asleep and Gavril carried me out ofthere? I don’t even remember.
“No! Uh … what are you most looking forward to as mayor?” I turn to shoot him a cheesy grin.
“Not having my plans screwed with,” Gavril says immediately.
“Yeah.” His eyes on me are soft, relaxed, but then he turns away abruptly. “B
