I lay there, sprawled like the world's most tragic snow angel in a sea of cold, slightly damp sand, still blinking up at the night sky as if the stars themselves might have some opinion on what had just occurred. Spoiler: they didn't. Even the moon, usually a smug observer, hid politely behind a tatter of clouds.
You would think that after two years of warfare, mind control, betrayal, and the occasional existential crisis, I'd be immune to a simple ambush. But Enara's method somewhere between a wrestling maneuver and a romantic declaration had managed to short-circuit my brain so thoroughly that the only coherent thought I could muster was:
Well. That happened.
