LOREN
Well, much as Loren might not want to admit it, he was a Launceleyn, and had been forged into a weapon. So yes, if it came down to Beatrix and Jace’s life or taking another's, he knew which one he’d choose. Without hesitation. ”Yes. Yes I will. And yes it is.” If that’s what she wanted from him, well, the summoner could provide it. Seeing Jace’s struggle, Loren fished out gloves that were both in better shape and a better fit. Taking the cheese gently, he broke it into smaller pieces, then stripped the oversized mittens off his nephew’s hands. Holding out the cheese in one hand and the gloves in the other, Loren smiled gently at the boy.At Beatrix’s questions, he took a breath, trying to prevent himself from just snatching both of them up and bringing them home where they belonged. ”We promised to make a fresh start, remember? Pinkie promise? No talking about the past?” Still, he owed her a response, so he shook his head. ”No. When Zariah comes back, I will stay, unless she herself asks me to go. But I know that if she were here she’d want me to take care of you and she’d want you at the home she built for you.” For all his cousin’s faults, she’d loved her children. And still Loren didn’t have the heart to tell them that Zariah might never come back.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
