Noah's widened, crazed eyes relaxed only slightly as Deimos assured him that Evie was safe. He sucked in a breath and sat in the chair Deimos motioned for, after turning it to face the warden's desk. The moment of sudden relief was replaced, immediately, by the lifting of the Sword's sleeve. His brows knit together and his heart sank into the depths of his belly.
Safrin was hurt. Thoughts raced and stormed and fought one another for purchase in the demigod's mind. He closed his eyes for a moment, a small tick of his brow the only show that he was trying to settle them in any order. The bond was a torrent between them as Noah wrestled with that which was said. "Vi didn't--" He stopped, not knowing how to complete the sentence. "Is Ronin ok?" Noah asked, opening his eyes to look back to his closest and dearest friend, his war partner. He took another breath, noticing how his hands had grasped the arms of the leather chair without his conscious control. "Do you need me to find him?"
Safrin was hurt. Thoughts raced and stormed and fought one another for purchase in the demigod's mind. He closed his eyes for a moment, a small tick of his brow the only show that he was trying to settle them in any order. The bond was a torrent between them as Noah wrestled with that which was said. "Vi didn't--" He stopped, not knowing how to complete the sentence. "Is Ronin ok?" Noah asked, opening his eyes to look back to his closest and dearest friend, his war partner. He took another breath, noticing how his hands had grasped the arms of the leather chair without his conscious control. "Do you need me to find him?"
Noah Olson
the forsaken
