Landon, Alek and Prada what dragged to the general's camp. To await his judgment. Landon was more lost than ever.
Angered by the fact that he was brought to such a bad place. Arian had crossed every line by bringing him to that memory.
Turning back the clock to that moment was the worst decision anyone can ever make in his life.
Because the time, was one that held his darkest memories. Bad choices and decisions that he had made out of desperation.
Not to surprise him since he had provoked the god of love and demanded the male show him his worst side. To think that he had the nerve to believe that he could endure anything the god through his way.
It had been a lie. He was in no way ready to relieve that moment one more time. To be there kneeling on the ground feeling the weight of the world on him.
The moment where grief was the only language he understood. Tears and pain was something of the ordinary in his life at that time.
