8 THE KEEPER, THE VISCEREBUS
The mixed feelings that ruled him as he completed his task weighed in his heart. He had secured the tickets. The inevitability of their parting was now tangible. He was both reluctant to hurry back and wanting to take his time. With the moments ticking by, he wanted to squeeze every second with Anza, and yet, not seeing her felt like he was holding back time.
As if Fate wanted to rub it in, his phone rang. It was Edrigu.
“Good afternoon, Sir,” he said. Edrigu's call was another dose of reality.
“Good afternoon, Veren. How are you doing with your mission?”
“We’re flying to the mainland tomorrow. Anza agreed to go home.” His heart weighted down by that declaration.
“Congratulations. I knew you could do it.” Edrigu's pride in him should have lifted his spiri
