“Hush, such thoughts do not become you. And when it stopped, and became inquisitive, he was greeted by some stranger. Marcus must have been storing energy in there since he learned how. “Amatria…” She kissed him again, not letting him speak, never letting him speak, he found he did not mind so much. Pearly white Salazador had hatched for Fenrir, a pure white to accompany a dark haired, dark eyed, relatively tan skinned man like his father, his mother used to say. And you never did, and so, perhaps from then on, I had been grateful to you.”
“I did read that, but I had heard about you long before, Amatria. Marcus must have been storing energy in there since he learned how. Was this what love was? He looked at her, opening his eyes, and in her eyes, he saw himself, his reflection. For a boy so innocent and sweet, Isaac seemed to attract a gruff, blunt, and rather irate companion. We have all been on edge lately.”
“But what will you do?”
Fenrir shrugged, “Love is a precarious
