Sunbeam Lair bury the hatchet

❝guardian ...warrior; they're all subsidiaries of mercenary.❞ and in truth they were fine line distinctions at that. ❝so the spirits that guide mercenaries are powers spirits?❞ spirituality was all a bit over salvatore's head, admittedly. it was hard to think that anything more existed when he'd grown up how he had. nothing had showered the loch with mercy and guided killgrave off a cliff or anything useful. ❝hm —❞ he draws in contemplation.

salvatore is quiet as she explains that it wasn't the pack but rather someone in the pack. a man. pygmalion. chose her as his mate but she didn't choose him and wanted to hurt her. it all sounded familiar. he doesn't ask how her will had been ushered away to bend to his: he already knows how it happens. ❝that's really unfortunate. i'm sorry that happened to you,❞ salvatore says gravely. ❝i can double patrols, if you want.❞ salvatore offers unsure of how safe she feels or if her mate will show up at the lair spitting nails.

if he was anything like killgrave letting her go wasn't something that would be idly watched; let alone allowed.