“Three days!” Hawk shouted. “I have to live with her like that for three days?”
“It’s no good shouting at me, mar sarrim. The only way to remove her pain was to give her the brew. And you wanted to remove her pain, yes?”
“Well, yes, but not to make her . . . like . . . that!”
“Hmm,” said kalum, dipping into the bowl of stew with a spoon. He swallowed a mouthful and pointed at it. “Oh, that’s tasty. You sure you don’t want any?”
Hawk cradled his head in his hands, pressing on both temples in an effort to make the sudden throbbing subside. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening!
The priest said innocently, “Don’t get yourself all worked up over this, mar sarrim. If she’s too much for you, just let Alejandro take care of her. I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take her off your h
