Mallorie
The firmness in Morgan’s voice told Mallorie she did not want to find this other village. In the short span of time from meeting her she’d considered the other women and decided her to be not one for sentiment or superstition - if she were offering such a stark warning, it was likely one to be heeded.
She gathered that ‘Deepfrost’ was a season or weather pattern, judging by the name and her surroundings. It made sense to spend time in one place to get her bearings, regardless of weather, so she nodded at Morgan’s advice. Tucked it away for later as Eunike manoeuvred their way down the path.
At the mention of his name, Mallorie froze. Fractionally, only for a moment. But still.
Hope bloomed somewhere inside her, and she couldn’t help thinking that of course he was involved with a spymaster. That must have been the fourth or fifth sexiest profession to Adam, she was sure. And the thought of him coming here, surviving, thriving, was almost enough. Almost.
Except that she’d come here to find him, to solve the mystery of his disappearance. She needed to know what had become of him to close the case. That was all. Nothing more than professional curiosity pushing her past confirmation that he’d passed through.
“Adam was his name, yes.” She said, as neutrally as possible. Put on professional armour thick as the cloak round her shoulders.
“A miscreant, but not malevolent. I...worked with him.”
Not technically a lie. Barely half the whole truth.
She gathered that ‘Deepfrost’ was a season or weather pattern, judging by the name and her surroundings. It made sense to spend time in one place to get her bearings, regardless of weather, so she nodded at Morgan’s advice. Tucked it away for later as Eunike manoeuvred their way down the path.
At the mention of his name, Mallorie froze. Fractionally, only for a moment. But still.
Hope bloomed somewhere inside her, and she couldn’t help thinking that of course he was involved with a spymaster. That must have been the fourth or fifth sexiest profession to Adam, she was sure. And the thought of him coming here, surviving, thriving, was almost enough. Almost.
Except that she’d come here to find him, to solve the mystery of his disappearance. She needed to know what had become of him to close the case. That was all. Nothing more than professional curiosity pushing her past confirmation that he’d passed through.
“Adam was his name, yes.” She said, as neutrally as possible. Put on professional armour thick as the cloak round her shoulders.
“A miscreant, but not malevolent. I...worked with him.”
Not technically a lie. Barely half the whole truth.
Knowledge came and devastated
