Noctisardor Bypass fouson

Anselm felt a pinprick under his skin to learn Heda had seen Glaukos recently. First came a sting if paranoia — followed by a blade of betrayal — what good came of provoking the bear, what good came of pursuing him? Did Heda want him back in her life?

He looked away, unable to hide the sourness he felt cloud his belly. Kikimora had since pulled her gaze away, and now turned to nestle against Heda’s breast. 

Anselm wondered if Glaukos’ account of the events. It was strange to hear his version depicted — if there was truth to it, Anselm did not feel sorry for the man. Anselm only needed to remember Glaukos’ rough handling of both he and Etienne to keep his heart hard. 

Did he also not plan to hurt Etienne? Or me? His gaze cut back to the bundle of puppies. Fragile; too soft for tough handling. Vhat if it vas vonne of them?