Kildeer Rest chhod gaye balam mujhe

"i just don't know what to do." his voice was weak, pathetic. "grayday told me to give her space, so i gave her some space. and now she goes off and does. . .this." adi sighed, looking at alarian. watching the way the sunlight danced in his champagne eyes. "i can't win," the golden male whispered, holding alarian's gaze.

he was slim, built like a woman. even less brawny than dawn or pema. no, not slim--scrawny, with an unkempt pelt. he wasn't quite the nightmare aditya had encountered before; now adi was on the opposite side, being talked down from a ledge. his lips parted slightly, watching the younger man. straying down his neck and arched, springy ribs, then back up.

"i can't leave morningside," aditya remarked sourly, shaking his head. "i promised pema i would help her. our--our main leader died, some days ago. we're trying to pick up the pieces." his face contorted suddenly, painfully. "i wasn't enough for her, after her da died. she found solace in someone else."

rage fluttered through his belly, clenching in his guts. he saw her, again, joined with that man. his eyes flashed hotly to alarian again, as if sizing him up.