Kapitel 173: selkie care

Syryn was still dazed from the effects of having consumed a lot of selkie blood. He involuntarily licked his lips and turned to look at the anti mage who stood at the door

Rowan was waiting for his answer.

To find Syryn in a compromising position with Riha could be excused away with the explanation that he, a weak patient, was being helped by the selkie. But such a scene coupled with the sight of Syryn's obvious hard-on was an escalation of a higher level. The mage grimly realised these facts.

His brain came back to reality and he had a short moment of complete clarity. Whether he confessed to drinking Riha's blood or letting Rowan think that he had been up to no good with the selkie, he was fucked. Now he had to decide which looked worse in Rowan's eyes - coming off as a monster or a cheater?

"Rowan, this isn't as bad as it appears," Riha spoke as it seemed like Syryn was caught by the spirit of muteness.

AUTORENGEDANKEN
winterblossom

Edited Author's note : After much thought, I revise my opinion about Ro and Ryn. This is clearly a case of a policeman stumbling into a crime scene. Rowan isn't acting in his capacity as Syryn's bf. He's doing what must be done as a Sanguine. Consent cannot be given by a man who says he's living in a dream. That's clearly a case of mental illness. The same goes for the corpse tree. Sanguine duty to confiscate it. Dang it. Why did I not realise this as an author? I've wronged Rowan.