The white sheep of the family
Loren studied Maea, his eyes distant and haunted. Slowly, he nodded. ”No. It’s not.” The words were tinged with regret, so he took another deep breath to try and steady his suddenly unsettled mind.
As she spoke, he continued to tap his fingers against his thigh. When she finished, he frowned. "Well, I already offered to train with you." It came out immediately and without hesitation. Then his frown turned into a full grimace. "Just because someone has the right to do something doesn't make it right."
Looking away, his hands clenched into fists again before he carefully flattened them out, laid them on the arms of the chair. "You shouldn't have to choose." The words came out with a great deal of certainty and more than a bit of icy anger.
As she spoke, he continued to tap his fingers against his thigh. When she finished, he frowned. "Well, I already offered to train with you." It came out immediately and without hesitation. Then his frown turned into a full grimace. "Just because someone has the right to do something doesn't make it right."
Looking away, his hands clenched into fists again before he carefully flattened them out, laid them on the arms of the chair. "You shouldn't have to choose." The words came out with a great deal of certainty and more than a bit of icy anger.
Will blood tell
