Finare
“I’ll fucking End them!” Voresta’s outburst caused the veil of mystery lift. His and Voresta’s contrasting crashes of emotion could only mean one thing: their Sire had been Ended.
The devotion that was abundant between them was impossible to ignore.
It reminded him of what he once felt for Eldwyn, but as he allowed himself another moment of introspection, he realised that the pervasive emptiness that usually accompanied thoughts of his Rend was disarmingly absent. The discovery almost made him stumble.
“Where’s Voresta?” Ivy asked.
“You look different. You look… lighter.”
“I felt his Ending. Voresta and I both did. The moment he was gone, I felt like I’d been set free.” Finare ran his fingers through his hair as he continued to process the feelings. Ivy watched him in silence for a long moment, and a smile stretched across her lips.
“I know exactly what you mean.” Ivy reached across and grasped Finare’s hand. She gave it a squeeze before adding, “Let’s go drink to our freedom. I know just the place.”