And it didn't take long: Rory hadn't planned on lingering to watch his little insurgence, but a hand grasped his shoulder firmly and he found himself spinning around to face the guard, blue eyes flashing dangerously. He knew who she was, and she told him to fix his mistake or she'd arrest him, and the wolf in him bristled—poked, provoked, an easily roused monster now that it had learned how to bite.
Amalia came to his defense and hot on the heels of her words came his own growl: "How about I give you one chance to fix your mistake?"
It was a moot point anyway, as Deimos was busy changing his race to the Launceleyn-approved wording. Destined, for what? Eternal silence of the Gods? The word burned in his mind, and the betrayal burned in his heart, and with a dark, disgusted glance at the guard he tried to leave the crowd.
Amalia came to his defense and hot on the heels of her words came his own growl: "How about I give you one chance to fix your mistake?"
It was a moot point anyway, as Deimos was busy changing his race to the Launceleyn-approved wording. Destined, for what? Eternal silence of the Gods? The word burned in his mind, and the betrayal burned in his heart, and with a dark, disgusted glance at the guard he tried to leave the crowd.
