Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

Once more Anselm’s eyes flashed in utter disbelief. This man! A bitter fruit withered in his mouth to think this was what Heda had left the hollow for. Anselm’s spine was unwilling to bend to Glaukos’ edict — he answered the man’s overt threat with an unflinching stare. 

No, he would not sit. Despite the fact he’d knowingly trespassed, Anselm did not think himself in the wrong here. What would have happened to Etienne if he had not come?

His heart twisted with sickness and rage. Heda’s gaze was so prohibitive and lacking in any warmth that he felt reduced to a child. He was still piecing together the nuances of this conversation, this situation. Who the fuck was this man and how was this better than the hollow?

Any tentative hope of reconciliation Anselm had hoped for him and Heda was beginning to wither away. He noticed the way Glaukos spoke of ‘them’; the way his gaze fell to her side. And he thought back to what Heda had said last — that she’d taken care of the children. Did this mean she’d slept with this man too? Anselm’s mouth worked in shocked thought; it was not as if he felt ownership of her, but somehow this realization burned a little too close to jealousy. 

He turned to Heda after a long pause of staring after Glaukos’ back. I am not leaving him. 

Despite his injured state, Anselm would not go. If he paid the blood price for it, he’d make sure he took Glaukos to hell with him.