"You," Aramis admits, angling himself in front of Porthos and his miserable attempts at innocence. "There is something you are not telling us, Lito, it is evident every time you speak of home. If you would rather it be a secret from everyone in Darrow, then so be it, but I think keeping so much inside will hurt you in the end. There is someone, isn't there?"

Aramis takes a breath. "Other than Daniela."