Neve woke up the next morning, feeling a bit depressed and tired at the same time.
He did not know if it was because of the pregnancy pheromones still affecting his body or the fact that Soren did not end up sending a messenger to him yesterday. Both possibilities were equally frustrating.
He felt frustrated that Soren was going to act like he did not care about his people. Act like the housing crisis was not his problem. Act like people were not dying in the cold while he sat in his comfortable cave.
Neve pressed his eyes shut, hoping he would not get emotional. But he could not help it. Tears started to form at the corners of his eyes anyway.
He had just woken up. The first thing he did was cry. It was pathetic. It was weak. But he could not control it anymore.
He was wiping the tears off his eyes when Cael walked into the bedroom.
