Thoroughly cleaning the coast with Rens Blood Flames, ensuring the ashes of their victims were swept away with the coastal waves. Altair and Ren left the scene, not bothering to look for Vadi, who had long since run off. Too ashamed to face the aftermath of what Logan would do to his fiancee.
That night, as Vadi returned to his barracks, tears blurred his misty eyes, and a mournful cry tore at his throat, imagining every which way in which Logan had her in as she begged him to stop.
Would she like it? Would she leave him? Is she even alive? Vadi wondered as his face paled and his throat grew dry.
"Gods! What have I done?" He wailed, tugging at his hair till blood streamed down his face. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm…so…so… sorry"
***
"Hey, Ren." Altair suddenly stared up at the girl who had mounted him with practiced precision the moment he fell onto his bed. "Do you like being on top?"
"Huh?"
