the devil is not as black as he is painted
Sitting up slightly straighter, Safrin’s eyes narrowed. “Samuel, the ascended?” She asked, already knowing the answer. What the Voice might have wanted or done with Zariah was of little consequence to the goddess. That simply seemed like meddling. But why she would send one of her own into potential danger?
Now that was interesting.
“I wonder...if the ascended can contract the blight.” Safrin mused, her voice impossibly suggestive despite how neutral it also sounded. “Find out what you can, Remi.” She said, knowing that with Ronin’s life on the line, he’d do all that he could.
Now that was interesting.
“I wonder...if the ascended can contract the blight.” Safrin mused, her voice impossibly suggestive despite how neutral it also sounded. “Find out what you can, Remi.” She said, knowing that with Ronin’s life on the line, he’d do all that he could.
