LOREN
Loren was waiting to hear back from Wessex and Deimos, and given the whole pissing off the Fae (and, in turn, the queen), the Launceleyn figured it was best for her to just make the final judgment about where to send people. Again, he wasn’t going to be making any decisions for others, not after he’d made a mess of everything. His own judgment clearly couldn’t be trusted. ”I’ll wait for her orders then.” Almost, he was relieved that he didn’t have to spend more time with Remi: the alchemist could just send the amulets to the Manor and the summoner could prevent himself from causing the other many any more pain.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
