Chapter Seven
GeburahGeburah sat in the audience chamber, studying the place where Kitaia had bowed before him. He closed his eyes to replay the scene in his mind, his head shaking slightly. He had not since requested her presence knowing this limited time was better spent with her husband. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he tilted his head towards the ceiling. He watched the altering of shadows as they twisted through the twig and vine tendrils which had grown into aesthetically pleasing fixtures. Focusing on the weave of the wood his mind lingered on his latest dilemma.
Full-Moonday was upon them, and still, even after such a prolonged absence, she was still imprisoned. Yuri had been correct, purging the cornerstone of the empathic bond had proven impossible.
Even their most skilled
