Chapter 16
The silence fell over them like a fog, thick and choking. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity as Trystan stared at his sister.
“Rach a dh’ifrinn,” he whispered her words with a shake of his head. “Go to hell.” How many times had he imagined saying the very same thing to his snake of an uncle? Drake deserved the arrow sticking out of him. He deserved to have the life seep from his veins.
But Rissa? What did she deserve? It wasn’t the blood that now soaked into the sleeves of her shirt from battle. Or the lack of remorse on her face.
She just killed her uncle, shot him as he lay helpless, and her eyes were blank.
She didn’t deserve to be broken.
The fog lifted and the clang of swords against stone snapped him back to the reality of their situation. The
