Akkarin: I watched the first woman I loved die. I dont think I can survive losing the second. Sonea: I love you too.
Extending his senses, Lorkin tried again to hear his mother’s surface thoughts. What he picked up seemed too out of character, however. He must be imagining it. Though…it was also odd that he would imagine his mother thinking such a string of curse words.
How am I going to make friends with these people if all I can think of is how easy it would be to rob them?
What was I thinking? Of all the assistants I could have wound up with, why did I have to choose the one with the scary mother and troublemaking in his bloodlines? I am doomed.