Ren left without saying anything. Without making a sound he left the house. With excited glee, he leap from the porch, and his foot sank in the fresh snow when he landed. Puffs of flakes kicking up behind him as he ran through the trees. The sun was bright, the sky cloudless, the mountain air was harsh, clean, and searing, and his blood felt electrified.
Xavier was back in the house, still talking to Ruxs and Bell. All night long, and for most of the morning, they bickered, plotted, and conjectured, driving Ren to lose what tolerance he had for endless what-ifs and maybes. He’d given up trying to follow along. He was still not used to having conversations and talking to others. Why they can't just kill them all?
Being a King was harder than he thought it would be… Not that he didn't kn
