Skipping a scene from last week to stay with what was happening. Autheren bolted from the dining room, running from Barlen.
Jorsen’s words were wasted as Autheren ran across the yard, not knowing where he was going, only that he wanted – needed – to get away. Then Jorsen caught him, pulled him to a stop and held him. “It’s all right,” he soothed. “It’s all right. You are safe.”
“No. Let me go.” He struggled, twisting to get away from him, but Jorsen was bigger than he was and his training let him easily take him to the ground, even as his instinct to protect him made it a soft gentle fall, taking him first to his knees and then to his stomach. Once down, Jorsen held him there, covering him with his body as he sobbed and struggled to get free. “Please, please don’t,” Autheren begged. “Please… don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Jorsen asked softly. “Autheren, it’s me, Jorsen. I’m not going to hurt you. You said you weren’t afraid of me, remember?”
“Please,” he sobbed. “Please get off of me. Don’t, please don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Jorsen repeated. “Autheren, relax. I won’t hurt you. Just calm down and relax and stop running.”
“Jors! Jors, get off of him. He’ll be all right if you get off of him.”
Jorsen looked up as Draethlen dropped to his knees next to them. Terhesh stood behind him, his wings half flared, his protective instinct still making him agitated.
“Please. I… I won’t run. I promise. Just please… please don’t…”
“Please don’t what?” Jorsen asked. He moved away from Autheren and looked up at Draethlen, pain-filled blue eyes begging for help as Autheren drew himself to his knees, his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach, his body shaking. He wanted to reach out and wrap his arms around the apprentice but now he was afraid to touch him.
“It was the way you had him pinned to the ground,” Draethlen said softly. He touched Autheren’s shoulder gently, holding his hand steady even as Autheren flinched away from his touch. “They raped you, didn’t they?”
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