Shame made his throat tighten up so badly, he could barely get breath into his lungs. I need to be honest with you. Straight-up one hundred.
Returning it into range, he barked, What.All at once, every instinct he had or would ever possess started to scream—and not in warning as if he were about to be attacked.
Dropping his hand, he turned around slowly, afraid that it was some kind of internal misfire—His breath left him on a long sigh as he beheld what had appeared afore him.From out of the dense fog, his Chosen had materialized—and the impact of her presence leveled him even as he remained standing. Oh, lovely to behold, her gentle spirit making him feel the monster in him with great clarity.
How are you here? she asked in a trembling voice.I—you mean you do not know?
The Brotherhood must not be far, but I can see or find naught in this godforsaken spell.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she seemed to be conflicted—but why wouldn’t she be. He had to be close to where she stayed, although there was no judging whether that was in terms of meters or miles.She is roused, Wrath said hoarsely. Praise unto the Scribe Virgin … she is roused.
Yes, the Brother said. And I must needs speak with you.Can it not wait. He refocused on his beloved. Leave us—
The Brother stalked over, and put his lips close to Wrath’s ear, such that not a word traveled: She looks as your father did.Wrath blinked. Looked up. Pardon?