LOREN
Loren certainly didn’t have anything further to say, unless he was asked. When the vines released him, he very carefully refrained from rubbing his sore wrists, or giving any sign of his discomfort. Instead, he simply stood there, head bowed, as he waited for the punishment from Wessex. He’d serve whatever time she thought appropriate, take whatever retribution she chose to dish out. It wasn’t like he wasn’t good at taking his licks in whatever form they came in. From the look on the woman's face, these would be particularly nasty ones.
But nothing could compare to the way he'd hurt those he loved.
But nothing could compare to the way he'd hurt those he loved.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
