For the first few days, the thought had carried Edmund through. The knowledge that everyone he loved on this godforsaken island is off it had not only comforted him, but numbed him through his care of innumerable broken bodies.
He’d also finally gotten back in contact with his family and wept along with his mother when she’d heard his voice. Albeit for completely different reasons.
Because, if he’s honest with himself, it hasn’t just been the certainty of his friends’ safety that has tided him over – but the fact that Aidan hasn’t really ever been a friend.
From the moment Edmund had laid eyes on him all those months ago, the utter fascination he’d felt is now evident to him as infatuation. Aidan isn’t some austere beauty – Edmund treasures that loveliness in his heart. The love and fierce protection he feels for Aures are worlds removed from the desire that had sung in his veins when he’d seen Aidan in his finery at the party.