"I wasn’t ready for it," I said. "In my crèche we were taught to guard our feelings from childhood. I know how the Clique feels about distance. But that kind of raw intimacy, from a woman I really scarcely know—especially under that night’s circumstances—it wounded me." I looked searchingly into Arkadya’s face, longing to reach through her to Valery. "Once it was over, we were further apart than ever."