-Bleakbay, Morgras_
-The Shorefront~
"We-Well, it would be a perfect place to hide until this blows over." Reqiel stammered, not expecting to be found out so easily.
Andras fell silent, he wasn't worried about the dangers of Death Grove and he had to admit, it wasn't a bad plan. And while he could defeat all the guards after them, that would only cause an uproar and would make it even harder for them to leave the country by boat.
Being entirely alone with the Angel in the woods deemed dangerous and forbidden was more of a worry than the bounty on his head.
His mind was made up in a split second, however, running forward, fingers entangled with the Angel's much slender and smaller ones. Andras' hands were free of calluses but compared to the Angel's delicate hands it seemed coarse.
