Phoenix Maplewood they will never be the same; a fire in a flask to keep us warm

"he didn't" perhaps that was what kept the anger at bay. surely, should words healed and not thrown gasoline atop the flames, had he regretted it, she would have hated Alarian. hated him, for letting it happen. but - "he liked it." the confusion she felt at her mate having fucked alarian (this had not been in her father's lesson) expressed itself only in a sharpening of her gaze a moment, before falling away to the back of her mind to be examined later. she did not move, still, wanting some sort of explanation. were they not even, now? they'd both done it, both cheated, but had Aditya only broken what already was fractured?