Marlowe
King joined us in the garage that evening, and I watched him take in the sight of Nova already knowing, already sitting protectively close beside me, with an expression that shifted from wariness to something like relief once he understood she wasn't a threat.
"She knows," I said, unnecessary but clarifying anyway.
"I gathered." He studied Nova a moment, something careful in his assessment. "You're taking it well."
"I'm taking it exactly as well as anyone should, finding out their best friend's been surviving something this hard entirely alone." Nova crossed her arms, protective in a way that made my chest ache with gratitude all over again. "So. What's the actual plan for this ceremony? Because from what Finch told me, there isn't one yet, and that seems like a problem we shou
