(Sean's Perspective)
Dorian's voice draws my gaze to him and another long minute passes before he looks up in the dim light to engage me.
"Darby—the Candlewood Luna—came from Desert Territory. Did you know that?" I ask.
His brows draw together at the seeming non sequitur. "I—no." He seems to consider something privately in his head, then states, "I'm sure there's a story behind how she wound up in Candlewood then."
"Oh yes. That's where I met her, and I weaseled my way into the triumvirate there to gain access to her."
"To lift the MacOmb curse."
It's a logical jump for an honorable man like Dorian to make. Even if it is wrong since I'm not an honorable man.
