Mending a Broken Family

~Chapter 169~

Vashul'Rin was a man shattered. His dignity left behind in the lingering warmth of Mae's robe. His long-held beliefs now tarnished; sacred traditions now ruined.

Mae could see his mind spinning as he grappled with his new perspective. His mind stubbornly trying to justify his behavior as he stared across the room at Baas. Guilt written in the lines of his face.

His features were softer, more like their mother's and his hair had similar blue streaks, but his stature was equally as impressive as Baas, his eyes the same color, and his brows the same length. She could see the similarities in their actions, from the way they sat to the way they attempted to hide the truth of their emotions behind blank expressions. But the tension in the room was palpable.