Morningside Cuesta ouska

Etienne simmered besides him. Anselm could sense the dry heat in his mouth — whatever name that emotion had, its taste was horribly acrid.

He did not have time to parse such feelings. Heda slipped and fell; it moved something in Anselm that he stirred immediately, recalling the tension between them and Glaukos’ poor treatment of them all.

He looked to Etienne and then back to Heda, now rimed in mud and more miserable than before. Vhat do you mean he is gone? Gone for good? A glance spared to Etienne then to see if he believed it. If Druid planned to chase Glaukos away, why did she not fight to keep him and Etienne? Anselm had learned little felt worse than not having someone you counted on fight for you; however undeserved, that feeling remained — and it was ugly as it coiled around his heart.