Sylas felt as though something inside of him snapped. He had felt it before. It had happened twice when he killed off two of his own Contracts. He knew what it meant.
Nosphaleen had fallen. He didn't need to see her body go limp to feel it.
This time, Yamero didn't have a single quip to make. He watched in silence, feeling the heft of the matter just as much as anyone else. For some reason, Earth itself found that it was silent.
Those that could watch had somehow felt that this matter was more important than they knew, but it was too difficult for them to put into words exactly what they were experiencing.
…
Nosphaleen's father swayed, catching himself before he fell. He slowly closed his eyes, letting the waves of the ocean take him deep.
He didn't feel any rage toward Cassarae. In the culture of the Clypsians, this happened often. And quite frequently it wasn't even for the sake of love itself, but instead lust.
