Chapter 136
enough to fix everything for the world she had so wronged. Kane’s home was just outside of Paca, right where he said it would be. It betrayed no signs of turmoil; there was no hint of malice or foul play. Garll held her breath as the small home grew larger and larger until they were right upon it, close enough to hear the metallic clang of hearth tools. He dismounted slowly, and Garll did the same, remaining a hesitant step behind him. None of them spoke. The peaceful hum of daily life and the soft clanking of stirrups filled the air. Kane raised a hand to knock, and the wooden door swung open from within. A middle-aged woman wearing an apron, flour up to her elbows, stared up at the soldier at her doorstep. The confusion on her face made Garll worry that perhaps in Kane’s current menta
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