NERON
the hailstorm
”Zariah was asked to keep her nose out of my business in order that Jace remain safe. Zariah does as Zariah wants.” Neron stepped around Delphine, his book tucked under his arm and his guard at his heels. The man offered a friendly nod to her as they walked by; she’d made a good impression on him, at least. Neron not so much. ”As for Snowcloak - the rest of the Citadel might have been in better condition too, had she told any of us what might happen. A lot of people wouldn’t be dead.”
Delphine went for the exit and Neron headed deeper into the shelves, clearly not intending on going the same way as she did. ”And thank the gods I didn’t. The boy you loved died a long time ago.” As for comments about his heart and soul? She’d have to live not knowing.
~FIN
Delphine went for the exit and Neron headed deeper into the shelves, clearly not intending on going the same way as she did. ”And thank the gods I didn’t. The boy you loved died a long time ago.” As for comments about his heart and soul? She’d have to live not knowing.
~FIN
