Eight:
Two more days passed, and several more treatments from both my avid nurses. Finally, Talia proclaimed me fighting fit, which was the only way she would allow me to leave her town to see her mum. Ingrid and I had a history steeped in blood. Sure, I wanted to gauge her fecking eyes out, but I managed to suppress my baser urges. Now that I had Fae friends to tether me, I knew I couldn’t lose my shite on Ingrid.
As we traveled down the corridors, I adjusted the leather pants and the gunmetal-colored tunic. Talia had provided me with some sturdy fighting-fit clothing. She also provided me with a nice pair of hard leather boots. With my thick leather belt with both my swords belted to my hips, I appeared like an avenging angel from the fifteen-hundreds.
Something was empowering and tr
