Sunbeam Lair vicariously I live while the whole world dies

Her reluctance wasn’t necessarily something he was willing to push aside right now—not when the warmth of her against him was a balm to the writhing pain in his chest—anxiety, guilt, remorse.

And so he was easily swayed to agree. “A little while longer,” he offered, his voice hoarse as he pulled her closer to him, settling them both to the ground where he would bury his snout to the back of her nape fur. They could return in a bit—he didn’t much care how inconvenienced they might have made the ranger with the pause in their journey—he still didn’t trust himself within the man’s presence.

Silvertongue. This revelation changed everything. And there was nothing he could do about it for now… all he could do was hope his daughter had managed to become free from any links of this Akashingo.

And in turn, bar Germanicus from the creek. What it meant for their alliances, he did not know. Kvarsheim hosted a man who had bartered and traded other souls for his own gains. And yet speaking of it would uproot Silvertongue and likely any shred of anonymity she had wished from that life to now.