Skater hit the doorlock and opened it as the light turned green, stepping out onto the curb. "Thanks, Kestrel." He kept moving, closing the door before the fixer could say anything else. He let the shadows take him, wishing they could drown the memories, too, because now those memories wouldn’t turn loose, suddenly sharper and more insistent than ever. He couldn’t quit the city without knowing why Larisa had betrayed him. It couldn’t be love he felt for her, he knew. It was the attraction of the moth for the flame. And maybe a way of evening the score between them. She’d left him without reason, leaving him to feel like he just didn’t make the grade. But he’d never sold someone out. He was better than that.