Dating people relationship

Why dont you love me, Dakota? Chapter Four Through the familiar corridors and chambers of River Holt, rooms where she had grown up, played, followed on her fathers coattails, Jeren marched with a purpose. She barely noticed the tapestries she had once pored over, the paintings depicting long dead ancestors or the trophies and prizes they had won in all their many battles and wars. For her? What did that matter? No. Theyd merely done what hed asked them to. But there was no point in telling Ylandra that. Hatred consumed her. So much hatred. Had he sounded like this? And not so long ago, before he met Jeren, had he spoken of Holters the same way? Part of him feared he had. Knew he had. And he hated the thought and the sound of the venom in such words now. What information? I shoved my hands into my pockets to hide their trembling. There was no denying her beauty, terrible though it might be. Her black hair snaked down her back, strands coiling out to blend with the darkness she carried around her. Her slender figure was lithe and strong, sensuously curved. And her nails slid out of her fingertips like assassins blades. Its a gift he has, explains Violet, dropping her voice. He helps. He heals. Its like Reiki but deeper. Sumaira pretends to play a tiny violin.Tried to fix you, did she? Youll never know what he taught me. You couldnt understand it. Everything in here is to be changed, from the tapestries to the furniture. It must look like another room entirely, understand? And if she still doesnt want to come back here, you find her another room altogether. Far from it. Shan barked out a bitter laugh. You at least have a soul. Come on, Jeren. Keep up. He strode forwards again but she held firm. His face was a mask. No, she shakes her head, mouth a tight line. No, I cant do secrets.| As he wrapped them up in the length of material that had once been a petticoat, his heart began that dreadful ache again. He knew it too well. Hed felt its kindred pain for all such losses. But this was worse. His sister and the wolf were dead. That Jeren was still alive ought to make it easier to bear, but somehow it didnt. As they climbed the mountain to the sacred pools at AranMor, the Shistra-Phail started singing. Their voices blended in a high and intricate harmony. It was the most beautiful thing Jeren had ever heard. It stirred her soul, made tears sting her eyes, and yet she had to listen..