Lone Star Mountain so hold your love and your truth

That mask he had learned since the days of serving the Reneian Empire settled on his features, even when the burn of her eyes settled over him.

Not Jakub lingered on her--something he found minor solace in. At least his son was not alone.

Clinically, she listed the symptoms. Inwardly, he crumbled.

Outwardly, he remained a solid wall, untethered. Unmoved.

His tongue smoothed over his lips--unable to stop the dryness of his throat. And how is it spread?