Evangeline staggered to the balcony rail, as if she might see that building amid the sea of chaos by the city walls. She had never had a brother, or a father. She hadn’t yet decided which one she would like Aedion to be. And if he was so injured that it warranted a message to Darrow—
He’ll be whatever you want him to be Evangeline bc he’s not dying on our watch! 🥺
