Noctisardor Bypass [m] ashkola

a safe place for my daughters.
a place to start over.
she shut her eyes and drew a breath that felt like skin stretched over a drum, then turned her golden eyes upon him, their silver sockets deepened with all she had been through "— children."
if there was ever a moment to make a bid, it was now.
and so, in the manner of a woman smoothing a threadbare skirt around her knees, heda straightened and drew closer to glaukos, stopping a hesitant distance away. "i need someone safe for that, not a — not someone who i can't trust."
she did not plead; she would not beg. the widow had much idea of how this appeared, and how it would be an act of pity for him, but she needed anselm out of the proverbial picture. she could live with silent and taciturn. she could not with explosive resentment.