12
Von
I’d witnessed the traditional mating ball several times over the last few months, always patrolling from the walls or outside, watching decorated Hunters bow and scrape and generally act like idiots to please their women.
Every time, Bryn and I scoffed when it was over, drunk ourselves into a stupor to ignore the lonely ache in our own chests and blathered on about what fools those Hunters be.
And look at us now.
Bryn wandered the edge of the room, clearly hunting for a woman. Katie, I was sure. I wondered what was between them, but he’d been even less talkative than usual, so I hadn’t pressed the issue. If he didn’t get things resolved before it was time to head back to our mountain fortress, Feris 5, I would need to intervene.
As it was, I had my hands full with my own beaut
