The weeks that followed were the happiest of Mira's life. Not the happiest she had imagined, when she had been in the Veil, the kind of happiness built on longevity and the certainty of being known by everyone she loved for centuries. A different kind. Smaller, maybe. More fragile, certainly. The kind of happiness that existed in the present tense, that asked nothing of the future except that there be a future to ask things of. She and Samuel were together—not officially, not in any way that c...