Grey eyes stared at the quaint little sign hanging by the door of the small cafe and swinging gently in the wind.
'Glad Tidings', it read and to the man in a trench coat, it was a taunt that made his belly clench and turn.
The market was quiet as he had instructed his men to clear the area for investigation and he found himself tapping his boot against the cobblestone, repeatedly, to try and drown out the silence.
Everest had known that something like this would happen from the very moment he took Pearl with him but it had been so easy to get distracted by the slither of peace in a world so full of violence and destruction.
'I love you', she had whispered through the phone in that soft, musical voice of hers and he had responded almost immediately, despite knowing he did not in fact lo
