Frostfire Ridge Fuster Cluck

"Everything I could. Reason. Anger. Explanation. Nothing works. I even called him a coward for refusing to face his past. Pride could not even sway him." That had been a loss of control for her, but the Hail Mary had failed even so. Tezcacoatl was not the man they had lost any longer.

Their suggestion was humorous, but earned only a small smile. If only it were a reasonable course of action, everything would be easier. She wasn't about to reveal her doubts just yet about their queen and their task, but lately nothing seemed easy anymore. "I think our only option may be to let him play out this farce. At least until more of his memories return." A waiting game that wasn't ideal but they could hardly drag him unwilling all the way back to the rise. A pity, that.