Adrian had been a nervous wreck since receiving Orion’s intel earlier that afternoon. Relief washed over him knowing that his Beta’s mission was successful; however, the dread that followed once he read Orion’s report stayed with him, a massive weight tugging at his heart. Time was passing by, its fine sands trickling effortlessly through the hourglass, a constant reminder of the urgency at hand; his Moon-Fated’s safety. After the stunt Aurelia pulled, he realized The Queensguard he’d assembled could only protect her if a physical threat presented itself, they'd be powerless against another spiritual attack.
“How could she intentionally have such a disregard for her own well-being? Didn’t she comprehend that he couldn’t go on, couldn’t live without her?”
At those thoughts, a whirlwind
