"It was a good time, though," Liliana said fondly. "It's been, what? Five years? Seven? Since the last time I..." She trailed off, several emotions flitting across her face: chagrin, wistfulness, pain, regret...

...Heartache.

Healed now, and in the past in a way that Josu's loss was not, but it had left a scar behind.

"...The last time I drank and danced in a tavern, though then it was just a few ales. Certainly no jello shots. Though I ended the evening stone cold sober."

And in a fight. And kidnapped.

And it had all been a lie.

Jace.