Chapter 547

• Albion set the papers aside. A gentle smile touched his face.
• Luana lay on the bed, looking at him. It was like seeing the boy he used to be. The one in the back row of the classroom. He would rest his chin on his hand and watched her walk by through the window light. He looked just like this now—calm, controlled, elegant, and reserved.
• They looked at each other. It was a dignified farewell to the missed chance of their youth.