Dragoncrest Cliffs you got a boy like him, a man like me

even val, used to the mercurial knife of sobeille’s moods, was unprepared by how quick she turned upon him.

he took a step back, mouth slack with a soft gasp. surely she did not mean what she said? he fumbled along the hardened lines of her face, searching for a chink in her blade-like expression that might betray she spoke out turn and felt sorry for it.

nothing. he was stonewalled by his own teenage daughter, left grasping for where the ropes holding their tenuous relationship had snapped.

you don’t mean that, sobeille. val’s brow pulled forward in concern and hurt.