Whether or not she meant to catch the Warden’s attention is unclear; neither his presence nor his company is unwelcome the way she finds his relatives’ to be, yet it also means she has done poorly at floating under the radar. Perhaps she should reconsider her daytime excursions.
Wessex slows as he hails her, turning her head to flash him an ice-blue glance from beneath the dark cloud of her hood. “Spend forty years in a death bubble and anywhere else starts to look like paradise.” Give or take a year or two, and more or less a paradise. A playground, if she can successfully avoid or defeat all the bad things. The faint sound of singing catches her attention, Safrin wafting to her ears. Ugh.
“I see the Fae myth has made it to Halo.” Which may be fine for the ordinary people, but for the two of them? She has never been the star goddess’s woman, and she has a difficult time seeing Neron as devoted to anything but himself, let alone a fickle and capricious deity. He’s smarter than Loren in that regard.
Wessex slows as he hails her, turning her head to flash him an ice-blue glance from beneath the dark cloud of her hood. “Spend forty years in a death bubble and anywhere else starts to look like paradise.” Give or take a year or two, and more or less a paradise. A playground, if she can successfully avoid or defeat all the bad things. The faint sound of singing catches her attention, Safrin wafting to her ears. Ugh.
“I see the Fae myth has made it to Halo.” Which may be fine for the ordinary people, but for the two of them? She has never been the star goddess’s woman, and she has a difficult time seeing Neron as devoted to anything but himself, let alone a fickle and capricious deity. He’s smarter than Loren in that regard.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
