Loreen's POV
Loreen stood by the open door, his hand resting lightly against the frame as he watched his father from where he stood.
The sunroom was filled with soft light, the kind his father had always liked, but now it only made everything look more fragile.
Loreen was tired and exhausted.
Coupled with his father's failing health, Loreen was also troubled about Sairis, who had decided to make himself scarce and stay out of sight, even when Loreen had gone to look for him.
He should not have tried to kiss Sairis. It had been a moment of weakness that had broken the fragile balance and what had been building between them
They needed to talk. That was, if he even got the chance to see Sairis.
His father coughed, the sound rough and deep, like it dragged through his chest before it came out. Then he leaned back in his chair after, his breathing uneven, his strength clearly not what it had been even a few days ago.
Loreen swallowed.
