Oh, no way. He was not just going to let her run off after all of this. Holding the blanket tightly, Hermod followed Bast out of the room. He grabbed her arm, pulling her to a stop. He wanted to hold her and wipe away her tears.
“Hang on,” he said. He let go of her. He didn’t want to force her to do anything, but he thought he deserved a chance to speak his mind. “We should talk about this. We can work it out. I know we can.”
He had faith in them even if she didn’t. “I don’t think you really want to do this, honey. Whatever is going on, let me help you figure it all out.” He would do whatever it took to keep her in his life. No, he would do whatever it took to make her happy.