By the time Alyssa and Therion had caught up to their Master, it was a little after midday. The sun was glaring as if to burn all beneath its glare to cinders. They found him nonetheless in the shadows of a tall sentinel, resting in Tasha's arms. Elena was there, though she scowled when she saw the two knights hurry forward with several Blackcloaks on their heels.
'More pretty women,' she thought. It wasn't fair, she knew, but she had always thought Nox would wait for her. He always had. Even when they were children, he only ever had eyes for her. Not once had his gaze ever swayed or his heart ever wavered.
It had been a thousand years, and while no one expected Elena to wait on Nox, she never thought, weeks after his awakening, he would fall into the arms of another.
