Aerion looked at me, lips pursed. "I'm not sure I understand."
"Aerion, I'm hopelessly naive. I know that. I can't help but trust people when they tell me something. But you're not just helping us because of Selena. Whatever you're doing…you don't have to do it alone, do you? Can't I help?"
"There are some shadows you shouldn't have to stoop in. Even if you were willing, this is something I, no, we, must do for ourselves," he chuckled darkly. "To be completely honest with you, I don't need help. I only need opportunities. And those follow you like waves after the surf."
"And you weren't lying before?"
A pause.
"About what?" he asked carefully.
"Oh. I expected as much. You couldn't say no."
"Ah, was that a test? Yes, there are many things I'm keeping from you. But I swear on my house that none of my purposes will harm you, your friends, or your cause. If anything, our goals are aligned."
"I thought you didn't like the houses."
He flashed me a smile. "Now you're getting it."
