Chapter 9
The girl was insisting that she killed the howler with her bare hands. Tyler couldn’t fathom why she would not tell him what truly happened in that cell.
“Are you a braggart?” he asked. “Does it please you to claim that you did a courageous and miraculous thing?”
Many soldiers and workers were braggarts. Tyler was used to men’s exaggerations. But he’d never seen a slip of a girl like this one make up such stories, especially when it came to killing monsters.
“I would never.” She looked contrite.
Tyler was used to liars. The court was full of them, and they’d honed his skepticism early in life. He didn’t think she was lying, though.
“Then how can a dandelion like you who runs from a friendly dog kill a howler?”
“He’s not friendly.” She sounded indignant. This was the first
