Thirty One
Dissension And Desire
The first thought to enter Kalum’s mind when he awoke was that it had been a nightmare. Hack had not robbed Borlan’s vault and Blemm had not been killed.
Trinn was sitting on the bed beside him. She looked at him through puffy red eyes, eyes that told him it had been no dream. He put his hands over his face, his thoughts threatening to push him over a cliff of despair. Blemm had been his oldest friend. They’d met when Kalum was barely a man. Blemm had been his brother in countless battles, his confidant in matters of the heart, and his voice of reason when Kalum, as he often did, made things more complicated than they needed to be.
He opened his eyes to Trinn, speaking of complicated. It had been Blemm’s opinion that Kalum should finally admit his feeli
