Five words. He used five words to send her out of the room and he hadn't even watched her go.
I need you to leave.
Now her scent was fading from the air like he'd never deserved it in the first place
He stared at the fire.
Aegon: Her best friend told her to bury it. But she told us anyways because she respected us.
"She kissed him back," Dex said aloud. The words tasted like ash. He finished the glass. Set it down. Poured another.
Her absolute duress continued pouring through their matebond in pulses. When his neck burned, he knew why. It was that rash she occasionally got.
Dexmon: I was harsh there.
Aegon: You were your father there.
Dex stood, putting his whiskey down. He took a steadying breath. Then he moved through the corridor, expecting her to be on the other side. She wasn't.
"Serena?"
He followed her scent, now laced with salt. The whiskey turned sour in his stomach. He picked up the pace, Alpha speed. But her scent stopped after four corridors.
