Barrow Fields three(?) children and a (man)baby

last post from me

He scoffed, completely and utterly taken aback. Dennan?! Not that he wasn't pleased she had finally dropped his ass, but fucking god! How about staying with the kids instead of going after him, Aure? Verx retorted, bristling. How about staying in fucking Diaspora, Aure?! What the fuck happened in Diaspora?!

He really ought to keep his cool, but he'd lost it completely. Her new wounds, the kids being adrift, the entire bloody situation. . . Fuck! Why couldn't she have just stayed put and let him do what he said he was going to do?

He did it -- he held up his end of the deal. He was alpha in Rusalka, and the sound was, more or less, secure. Why couldn't she have waited just a little bit longer for him to come get them?!

Without waiting for her response, Vercingetorix snorted and turned away from her, forging on. Sorry, he mumbled to Rosalyn, unable to fully meet her gaze. Instead, he looked to his children—Dragomir in particular. C'mon, we're gonna go somewhere where we can rest a bit, he promised. . .and it was a promise.

For now.