"The Chasm belongs to you now. To us."
A slow blink of his black lashes as he cradled her jawline with his eyes. He should have known by now that his denial and reluctance were unbecoming. Aubine had always been the one to call him out on it, but she was gone now.
Saga went on to say that they had waited long enough; she was even weary of watching life go by without him. Adelard could only nod twice. She was right. Ever since Hudson left, all they had done was wait. For nearly two whole seasons, nothing had changed. He was about to open his mouth, to ask more questions, but she laid it all out in a single phrase.
"This isn't his home any longer."
He was glad he didn't say anything at that moment. It would have spoiled all that had just been set at liberty. Adelard Gerau could not afford to waste away or let the Chasm wolves dwindle away. He had done his job - looking after the pack, protecting them, scavenging for them, keeping an eye out for the missing. But, now was the time to accept what he had been shying away from all his life.
"I'll have to take you out for mussels some other time," he half-chuckled. Despite being mid-afternoon, the broken cloud cover easily darkened the winter skies. They would need more sunlight to distinguish shell from stone. "Maybe when... things aren't so heavy." At first, wistfulness twisted his words, but what followed came on a more delicate note. "And, new..."
He turned away, feeling he was being too forward like he had with Riven. He wanted them to stay this way forever, to have all the time in the world to figuratively dust everything off. "Just promise me one thing," he met her eyes again, "If you ever need me to step aside or stand down, you will tell me."
ADELARD | heat stroke, bring the fire black smoke, I take it higher |