Ouroboros Spine The time I knew what happiness was

He wanted to say more, to share some piece of himself. A piece of story, maybe, or truth; but she segued things back to how it affected her. What it made of her. Did she not think of him at all in this? Beyond the physical lust they shared of one another Raimo began to doubt further connection.

If separating from him was necessary to make Moonglow strong, who was he to stand in the way of things? That was answer enough from her. This was not his goal, though. Raimo did not want to talk of the politics of their village or the effect of their lovemaking in her grieving process.

That's all he was to her, so far as he could surmise. Not the hero — just a stepping stone, a tool to be used and then put away when done.

Adrastus is a good choice. Your children will be strong.

His jaw tensed as he grimaced in the dark.