“Jean! Jean, stop this!”
“I shall make them wish they"d never raised a hand to us!”
“Jean, my love,” Linka"s tone softened, “they haven"t.”
She looked up, those emerald eyes burning like the lush landscape of old, and I realised my mistake. Two Sunyins lay sprawled in unconscious heaps. All they"d done was make to bind my hands and the old fires had erupted. Even then, the orange sashed monk gazed at me with nothing but pity in his eyes and I knew shame.
“Save your anger for those more deserving, my dark angel, for I fear there shall be many.”
“I"m sorry. I"m so sorry, Linka. I just wished to…”
“Shh, it does not matter,” she said taking my hands and turning the palms to the Sunyins who bound them with a gentleness I hadn"t afforded their brothers.
Albert remained calm throughout, as
