Dawnlark Plains i can't forget you, i can't forgive what you did to me

at one time, they were at each other’s throats — and now, they protected each other’s throats. it was a cruelly twisted kind of irony that was not lost upon the siren queen. as they traveled, they did so in silence for some time. quite accustomed to silence, and often preferring it to idle banter, caiaphas was content not to speak until vercingetorix pressed her for answers.

slowing her gait in the communal way all creatures engaging in deep thought are accustomed to doing, caiaphas swept the male with an apprising gaze before speaking. which do you wish to know? the end, or the beginning? or perhaps all? she wondered how much, if any at all, had been imparted upon vercingetorix by her wayward son — and to what extent it resembled the truth.