Ten:
“Oye, did ye kill her?!”
The brute growled out and I vaguely heard a harrumphing noise.
“That was extremely delicate experimental magiks surgery, that was! I think we both came out of it keenly, if not a slight touch of traumatic mental injury. Feck all, I think I finally understand why they called it bloody “shell shock” in the first world war.”
Talia darkly mused to herself, and I heard her berating bully make a few vague masculine grunts.
“The world wars were nice times for my kind. All that free and accessible blood.”
Olaf mused, and she huffed hotly.
“The way I hear it told, ye don’t lack fer warm liquid, nor lack in expending any, either.”
The fae girl joked with him, and I groaned as I peeked open.
“Look what ye’ve gone and done now, ye bleeding mental girl!”
Olaf
