Swiftcurrent Creek wild inside

The sound of Etienne’s euphonious voice made Cambria’s heart beat faster. It stirred memories of their very first meeting, when his wretched cries had drawn the yearling’s attention. Whether he was tearing out his own heart or merely passing along perfunctory messages, he really had a lovely voice.

Yes, Dr Etienne, Cambria demurred when the healer repeated his plan, one corner of his mouth turning up in a tired grin at the inside joke.

It slipped from his face when Etienne offered his condolences and then, in the very next breath, offered to summon his leaders. The implication was obvious and almost stopped Cambria in his tracks. Those warring emotions swelled inside him again, part of him wanting so badly to agree while the other insisted he should run away at the earliest opportunity.

I— he began, brow furrowing when he realized he was at a loss for words.

He took a few moments to gather his thoughts, signaling his need for such with a beseeching glance. He trod beside Etienne in pensive silence, listening to the various variations of his own voice shouting at him from separate corners of his mind.

Cambria suddenly let out a long sigh, shoulders sagging a little as he asked, Can I be completely honest with you, Eti?