Her breath hitched. "And if Reyna isn't enough?" The question came out barely above a whisper, laced with genuine fear. "What if the real me isn't interesting enough to keep your attention? What if I'm boring without the performance?"
"She already is," I said simply, with absolute certainty. "She was enough the moment she challenged me in that training hall. She was enough when she showed me her garden. She was enough when she trusted me with her name." I pulled back just enough to make her meet my eyes again. "You're enough, Reyna. All of you. Not the parts Veronica polished. The parts she couldn't touch."
The kiss that followed tasted like bath water and something saltier. Tears, maybe. I didn't mention them. Some things didn't need words.
