Cerulean Cape I can’t tell you anything

at first indra's face turned away -- and then, after some time with her gaze fixed on a nebulous thing in the distance, she pulled the full bite of her mahogany eyes on the apaata. there was nothing but hurt simmering in her dark gaze; how could he be cruel?

she looked from her left eye and then turned her slim muzzle, as if turning her cheek to regard him anew. he wanted laurel, but did he ever think of what laurel wanted?

of what laurel needed to be happy?

and how did xan fit into that picture, if he even did at all?

at last she crumbled. "laurel is with me. we are traveling, looking for lucas. we found wyatt and piper. they are safe." not that you care, she bit back, her gaze temporarily flaring with fire. "i cannot stop you from seeking her out yourself. i however, make no promises to you."