LERRIN
Suhle had sent to him while they were still flying. Her voice was faint—from her weariness, not the distance—but she had done as he'd asked. She'd gotten to the encampment and called Asta, Craye, and the few other leaders that remained, told them that the drums of war were beating, and they were on their way.
The birds left to fly them didn't have to fly high, or take the long route, so he was relieved when, just a couple hours later, Suhle told him they were almost there.
When you arrive I will treat you as my servant, not as my mate, he cautioned her. But know that I have not been able to breathe with you gone. It will be the joy of my heart to have my eyes on. When this is over, I'm taking you, Suhle. Forever.
I wait for the day, Lerrin. This war, this conflict… it grieves me.
