The white sheep of the family
Once again, Loren traced the rim of his mug with a finger, though he didn't look as he did so. "And why's that?" The question came out as tauntingly as everything else coming from his lips. "Is it because there are so many people to choose from?"
He stayed right where he was, giving no indication that he planned to move from where he was, hovering right in front of Sunjata's face. In fact, the healer leaned forward even more, leaving the barest amount of space between them. "Or is it because you never really loved anyone but yourself?" This time, his voice came out in an almost cruel whisper.
He stayed right where he was, giving no indication that he planned to move from where he was, hovering right in front of Sunjata's face. In fact, the healer leaned forward even more, leaving the barest amount of space between them. "Or is it because you never really loved anyone but yourself?" This time, his voice came out in an almost cruel whisper.
Will blood tell
