Mirabeth finished chopping potatoes and onions for the supper stew, her mind far away across the field. Why was Cassian so stubborn? Techazir and Allohong be damned. Peace be damned. Her eyes burned and then blurred. “Darn onions,” she muttered to her mother, who was cutting up meat next to her.
Her mother gave her a knowing look and sighed. “It’s time you opened your eyes to the other young men of this town,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “Cassian is a hero and our sacrifice. You and he will never have a life together.”
