growing roses in the disarray

The white sheep of the family

At Maea's words, Loren stopped. For a long moment, however, he didn't turn to face her, though as she came closer, he finally spun on his heel, clasping his hands behind his back. His posture was ramrod straight, and his eyes were distant as they swept over her. "I'm not running. And I could say the same for you." Tone inflectionless, he stood there steadily, staring at her almost unnervingly.

Obviously he didn't return her grin, didn't react to it, simply stayed where he was, expressionless. "I suppose you could say that." Again, the words came out more in a dull monotone than anything else. All in all, he lacked the spark of life and vitality he'd possessed when he saw her last, though he wasn't cruel or harsh, simply disinterested and disengaged.

Will blood tell

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