the hailstorm
As time went on, it would appear that Neron would only grow icier and icier, and he held Zariah's gaze without any hint of amusement or curiosity now. She had made her case clear - that regardless of the fact that Neron had made his deal, made his bed and was (quite happily, he might add) laying in it, she would interfere on his behalf. Because of course she would. That was, after all, the Launceleyn way. And much as he might understand it, a year without his shackles made it a difficult pill to swallow.
To kill the Eirachi then, was her plan, if not to take on Neron's debt herself. It was a rock and a hard place, and the Warden had asked for neither. "It has become apparent that whatever I think or say does not particularly matter to you. What would you prefer to do? I would like it stated now that I want no part of it, please."
To kill the Eirachi then, was her plan, if not to take on Neron's debt herself. It was a rock and a hard place, and the Warden had asked for neither. "It has become apparent that whatever I think or say does not particularly matter to you. What would you prefer to do? I would like it stated now that I want no part of it, please."
