LOREN
Maybe it was fair that Rexanna held back the true source of her knowledge from Loren. Apparently, that was only she’d tell her friends, or after LongNight for some reason he couldn’t possibly begin to fathom. He looked at her, eyes growing a little frosty again. ”Yes. I can blame her. I’m not saying I do, just that I could.”
Leaning forward, the Launceleyn fixed the blue-eyed woman with his best piercing stare. ”I understand the need for freedom. But I can’t help but ask what the cost of her freedom, of her seeing the world is to the rest of it. The rest of us. I’m not saying it’s too high. I’m just asking what it is. Do you know?” It seemed that too few of them were getting straight answers from the gods. However, no one but him seemed to think that both sets of deities had their own agendas that not only conflicted with each others’ divine will, but also maybe with the mortals’ best interests.
Leaning forward, the Launceleyn fixed the blue-eyed woman with his best piercing stare. ”I understand the need for freedom. But I can’t help but ask what the cost of her freedom, of her seeing the world is to the rest of it. The rest of us. I’m not saying it’s too high. I’m just asking what it is. Do you know?” It seemed that too few of them were getting straight answers from the gods. However, no one but him seemed to think that both sets of deities had their own agendas that not only conflicted with each others’ divine will, but also maybe with the mortals’ best interests.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
