The white sheep of the family
The anger and sorrow bled out of Loren and left disgust in its place. At the world, at Remi, but most of all the healer was disgusted with himself. ”You’re right.” It was a simple and exhausted sounding admission.
Taking a deep breath, forcing himself to relax, he clasped his hands behind his back. ”So what now?” His voice was quiet, and the morass of self-loathing that permeated his soul these days welled up, spilled over to the bond.
Reaching down to his pocket, he pulled out another full flask. Unscrewing it, he tossed his head back, ignoring Astra’s concerned bleat. The alcohol burned as it slid down his throat, but at least it was a distraction.
Taking a deep breath, forcing himself to relax, he clasped his hands behind his back. ”So what now?” His voice was quiet, and the morass of self-loathing that permeated his soul these days welled up, spilled over to the bond.
Reaching down to his pocket, he pulled out another full flask. Unscrewing it, he tossed his head back, ignoring Astra’s concerned bleat. The alcohol burned as it slid down his throat, but at least it was a distraction.
Will blood tell
