"Didn't we all," says Gideon, suddenly miserable all over again. Yes, Cytherea had turned out to be hell on wheels, but, God, she'd held a candle for Dulcinea. And she knows she's in good company there. She sighs and scratches at the edge of the label on her beer bottle with her thumbnail. "I just wish I knew how it all turned out. What happened to Cam and Harrow. Even Ianthe. Coronabeth was still kicking the last time I saw her, too."