What Matters Most by Sasha L. Miller

Author:Sasha L. Miller
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Less Than Three Press
Published: 2015-09-16T04:00:00+00:00

Part Two

Raslin kept thinking he was dreaming, every morning he woke up with Kyros in his bed. It was a pleasant fantasy, believing for a few moments that Kyros had come home because he'd found he couldn't live without Raslin in his life.

Unfortunately, their friendship had never been more than that, and it only took a moment for Raslin to give up on even pretending otherwise and climb from bed, leaving Kyros to sleep in.

Kyros usually slept until midway through the morning, though he kept insisting that Raslin should wake him when he rose. Raslin snorted softly as he crossed the loft, his head ducked to keep from bashing it on the rafters. There was no need for Kyros to be dragged out of bed before the crack of dawn. He'd just insist on helping around the village and house, and there was no need for him to do that, either.

He needed to rest. Kyros seemed to think they couldn't see the dark circles under Kyros' eyes or the way his clothes were loose, like he'd lost a great deal of weight recently. That Kyros was all muscle and bone only lent to the impression that he'd been running himself ragged for quite some time.

Raslin wondered cynically if the council Kyros was fighting would be the death of him, or if Kyros would take care of that himself. Taking a pair of thick socks from the bureau, Raslin pulled them on one at a time, debating for the hundredth time whether he should outright offer to go with Kyros, since he doubted Kyros would ask. He'd probably just get in the way …

but with Ailynn leaving, and Kyros gone—forever, this time, Kyros had been clear about that—what did Raslin have left in Ourenville?

His sister, Raslin thought. Technically, he'd be leaving her, and Raslin felt terrible that he didn't feel guilty at the thought of leaving Nikla behind. They'd grown apart, really; Nikla had moved on after their parents had died. She rarely bothered to do more than say hello, unless she wanted him to come help her and Angelos fix something around their house. Sighing, Raslin ran a hand through his hair, making a note to have Ailynn trim it before she left.

She wasn't happy about leaving, Raslin knew, but she was putting a good face on it. Raslin would miss her, almost as much as he had missed Kyros. It was stupid to want to throw away everything to follow a man he hadn't seen for five years.

Especially since, by all rights, Kyros and Ailynn were leaving him sitting pretty. Ailynn wouldn't be returning, which meant the house would be his. It was a nicer house than the one he'd let Nikla take over, but that was poor consolation.

Turning, Raslin stopped in surprised. Kyros was sitting up, looking like he'd love nothing more than to go back to sleep.

"Good morning," Raslin said, expecting and receiving nothing more than a grunt of acknowledgment. Kyros stumbled to his feet, and Raslin

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