Chapter 11

Arrangements were made. Erela/Adara, more conflicted than ever about who she was - You are no one, Forsaken - fidgeted as they waited for Desmond to arrive. Titus had made a valid point when he claimed that the Dark Lord's aid was needed, but that didn't mean she liked it.

Anything to do with Desmond grated on her, tore open emotions she couldn't handle. He looked at her, and she wanted to forget all the bad that had happened. Pretend it never existed.

And maybe he'd even go along for a while. Hold her close and whisper that it didn't matter.

It did matter. Adara wasn't just forsaken, she was soiled in a way she could never scrub clean.

Damaged. Eventually, Desmond would notice. It would prey upon him. Especially once he heard whispers of what had happened. Taunts - I hear Mammon had her first and broke her in - would reach his ears.