I swear I never dream that we're alone
”She isn’t a baby,” he muttered, pinching at the bridge of his nose as if that would help him to focus. ”She’s a child. Walking, talking... she arrived as a child. Safrin told her she would be staying with me.” Because that made sense. A fresh wave of fury seized him, and he clenched his fists hard to avoid any further outbursts of his own. ”And she isn’t alone, I’m with her.” Weird as it was to say, those sorts of things were possible when one returned from the dead as a demigod.
”I told Safrin that I hated her,” he confessed. ”I said after LongNight I was done with her. She threatened me.” And there wasn’t a damned thing he could do, really, to escape her.
”I told Safrin that I hated her,” he confessed. ”I said after LongNight I was done with her. She threatened me.” And there wasn’t a damned thing he could do, really, to escape her.
the dark star
