“Right around …there.” He settled beside her, propping his chin in one hand. “There?” “Mmmhmm. That’s the spot alright.” Chapter Thirteen Jorell sent Audric a questioning glance as Simon stopped on the promontory and stared out to sea. Audric frowned and shook his head slightly. It had been weeks since Simon had taken up the vigil that had been a constant in his life before Riana, and he wasn’t certain what to make of it himself. Simon had seemed more relaxed, more like his old self every day, and he’d begun to believe, for the first time in years, that there really was a chance that Simon would recover from the crippling blow he’d been dealt. He was never going to be the same as before, Audric knew, but close would have satisfied him, vengeful would have been satisfactory--anything was better than the broken shell he’d been. He didn’t know what had happened between Simon and Raina that night. He’d been sure Simon had finally completely lost his mind, but something certainly had and not the something he’d feared.
