Sunbeam Lair vicariously I live while the whole world dies

“Then the hope is that she’s not there,” he confirms, as if the words spoken would make it be so.

But now, it would only be a partial relief to the man—for the man that lead them to the palace had done deplorable acts that it seemed almost impossible that Germanicus’ only trial was that of allowing the witch to slip away from their grasp.

Where, then, was the justice that Silvertongue deserved?

Wren drew his gaze up—the pull of a paw, his eyes sluiced through the dark to settle upon honeyed brown. Eyes that could befall any man, if she ever chose to—and then: “You left that day. I want you to know that I know you didn’t want children… I never would have pres—“ but then he faltered—because tears brimmed in her eyes, and as if branded, he was then the to shift them, pulling her to him, his features pressing to a frown. “Wren I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”