Stavanger Bay anymore

how could he have forgotten? a whine broke from velen's throat; he inched closer to nudge dalia's cheeks, kiss the tense line of her throat. "i'm sorry." what a selfish asshole he was, to think only of himself and what the sentinels meant to his family. not at all what they might mean to dalia.
"we can go somewhere else," velen rushed, seeking her seafoam eyes with his own. "anywhere you want. i'm sure rann will come too. i just ... as long as that man is in charge, i don't want to be in the rift." he was torn between going truly off to find ford and staying with his young mate; he felt as though he had failed his brother, and the knowing of that made velen even more loathe to seemingly abandon dalia at this time.