Swiftcurrent Creek A sons grief

Etienne’s response baffled him. It sounded like he didn’t anticipate the woman’s return. Cambria’s mouth opened, then shut. It was none of his business. And he shouldn’t even be here.

But he found himself rooted to the spot, staring in his old friend’s direction. It had been a while since his mistake, yet his stomach still clenched as he remembered Leonore’s crumpled face. Had they ever found any trace of Requin?

More importantly, what did Etienne think of him now? Surely nothing good, not after all this time. Cambria blew out a breath and finally tore his eyes away. He ought to never show his face here again. But the thought of never seeing Etienne’s after this, it locked his legs.

I’m sorry, he repeated a third time, the words tumbling out of him in a rush. I fucked up and I’m sorry. And now I’m fucking up even more by being here. I’ll just—go, the Dragonling said, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to turn.