Chapter 9 - OtyliaThis’ll be fun…
“WHO’S THERE?” WACŁAW STAMMERED as he spun to face me.
I smirked, stepping into the light of the torches. “I would’ve expected you to recognize the voice of the girl you’ve played with since you were a child.”
He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. “Go away.”
“Still afraid of me after everything that’s happened?” There was something enticing about his agitation, so I pushed further. “Are you and that lovely ashen-haired girl to be wedded already, or did you jump straight to having children?”
Wacław had stumbled out of the longhouse after flirting with some girl who’d done nothing but gawk at him. Even from a distance, I could tell she was soft—the type all the boys were fond of—but Dziewanna’s Bowmark had burned my neck watching her. Usually, it o
