Because he was simple, Larkspur did not catch her tone. He nodded agreeably enough, finding that it was nice to have something to keep up with his work. Tak knew Harlowe was no help. He wondered if Misery had intended for this to happen when she left him. Perhaps this was a challenge, a test—if so, he hoped he was doing right by her. It was his goal to turn the boy into a monster. The world was not a place where soft-hearted fools would survive. Haku had been right in his path and Larkspur sought to ensure this continued, with or without the eyes of Dahlia’s new leader on him.
He did not fail to miss her distaste for her family. A grunt broke from his white-marred chest. “Least they ain’t tryin’ to kill ya,” he offered. It was not intended to be cruel, or sarcastic. His family, after all, had done this to him. As far as he was concerned, anything else was spectacular. Even now, when he thought of that day, his eyes went dead and rage boiled through his blood. Yet he remained still and listened to the can tah as it spoke promises and demanded he remain dormant. In time there would be need for his fury, but not yet, and not with her.
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