The white sheep of the family
After losing, Loren had stayed, though he'd retreated from the crowd. Watching them mill about with an inscrutable expression on his features, he raised his eyebrows as Morgan approached. "Morgan." His tone was carefully neutral. "Congratulations." Not sounding happy, obviously, he was at least trying to be a graceful loser.
However, his eyes widened in surprise at her words and her offer. For a moment, he didn't respond. Then he pressed his lips together and folded his arms across his chest. "What are your plans for the Ascended? And for Neron?" Again, he was careful to keep any hint of emotion from his voice and his features.
However, his eyes widened in surprise at her words and her offer. For a moment, he didn't respond. Then he pressed his lips together and folded his arms across his chest. "What are your plans for the Ascended? And for Neron?" Again, he was careful to keep any hint of emotion from his voice and his features.
Will blood tell
