43. Bonds

Darkness, his cover, he drinks its sin, malevolence and gain power from the shadows. – Bloodsongs.

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(Art)

Art was angry that she didn’t wake him up the night before to say anything right now. He feared, what would have happened if Ahriman decided to push farther. The bastard was in her head, and that made him angry, restless, wired. He looked at her, oh how she sat, like there was nothing wrong with their life, their damn life, like everything was fine and dandy.

With a final glare her way, he turned to the roads. It would do better just to calm down, just to ignore her for the moment. He didn’t have patience to deal with her now, didn’t have enough of restraint.

The fear in him, for her, still raged, a whirlwind within his belly. It twisted in him, tumultuous, feral, noisy.

Above all... It was betrayal.

They said they would share, didn’t they?

They promised they’d be there for each other. While he called, begged for her to come to him, like a damn baby, she sat there, alone in the