Chapter Fourteen
Any Means Necessary
“And you’re sure it was Barlo who attacked you?” Lodariel asked Silvaranwyn for the umpteenth time.
She had continued to question her brother’s mate while Nasir had returned to the burrow with Arinwyn and Telanadil in tow. They were exchanging news with Daroandir and Valanandir outside. Malarin had promised to join them once the sun had gone down and she could approach the burrow without being seen.
“Yes,” Silvaranwyn said in a tired voice. She raised a hand to push a few strands of her golden hair from her face, which seemed strangely dull compared to its usual radiance. “But there was something... wrong about him.”
“You mean other than the fact he raised his ax against you?” Lodariel said in a dry voice.
Silvaranwyn gave a faint shake of her hea
