After they’d finished, Vaedhal just sat on the grass, panting heavily. He remained dumbstruck, moving to pick up neither his weapon nor his clothes. Brenna paused only briefly to splash herself clean in the river before turning her back and heading north.
“After coming this far?” No. I have unfinished business with Darron.”
“Are the stories true, Brenna?”
“Which ones?”
“The ones about the demoness?”
“Mayhaps.”
“My troth?”
“What the ice-hearted bitch doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Consider it a wedding gift.”
“Will you depart in peace?”
“After coming this far?” No. I have unfinished business with Darron.”
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