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Every part of Jacques wanted to run after Katana. She was his everything.
In times of his greatest darkness, she’d appeared like a ray of golden sunshine, freeing him into the world. Even when he’d been forced back to the grim reality of his life, she’d been there—a bright, joyful beacon in his sad, sorrowful world.
He knew he wallowed in self-pity some days, but in his mind, he was more than justified in doing so.
The horrors he’d had to endure day after day before he was even allowed to be with Katana were unspeakable acts that still penetrated his dreams even all these years later.
Maybe he needed to cut his apron strings in order to be who he needed, and wanted, to be. Maybe the conversation he’d had with Ashley earlier that morning needed personally acting on, by Jacques himself, now.
Maybe this was his time.
As he watched Altair and Katana disappear into the distance, he knew she’d be safe. The horse would outrun any werewolf between now and when Tobias appeared, and when Tobias did appear, he’d have guns and gadgets galore to keep any attacks at bay.
Figuring this was his now or never moment, Jacques decided to go straight to the source personally. He would go see Lenore himself and see if there was a way for him to be human once more.
Maybe, maybe then he could save the world.