Morningside Cuesta ouska

Anselm’s gaze met with Etienne and for a moment there was a hopeful spark in there: a feeling that despite this bullshit, they were together. Like brothers, Anselm lied to himself. 

Still that feeling of something off balance persisted. A piece that did not fit. 

 Anselm didn’t want Heda to beg, but his pride was wounded and slow to recover. As a result, he was slow to offer any visible comfort or support.  

It was decided — they would return. There went Etienne’s kind heart — a nobler thing than Anselm would ever possess. 

He listened with a frown as Heda expanded on the damage Glaukos caused. While he told himself he did not love Heda, he wasn’t stupid — at some point in the last few weeks he’d come to the realization the timeline between her pregnancy and her birth was too close to their own union to truly believe she’d taken care of the pregnancy at all. Did that mean she was capable of using Glaukos - was he more victim in this scenario than any of them?

His gaze slid to Fiona, who looked even skinnier now than last they’d met. For a season opening up its arms to them, the harvest was meager. Every one of them felt the pinch of scarcity. 

If he comes back, it is kill or be killed. Anselm leveled each of them with a solemn look. If they let Glaukos live, he would continue to damage them all individually. Druid had already paid a blood price. It is the only vay.