CHAPTER 40
Rory didn’t manage to follow Roaming for very long before she stumbled. Her weak legs buckled. He didn’t let go of her arm, didn’t even stop, as if he hadn’t noticed that he was now dragging her along the ground. The rough stone floor shredded her silks, exposing and grazing the skin beneath. Rory didn’t resist, reaching down with her hand to the knife hidden in her boot.
“Roaming, Roaming, it’s me — Rory,” she said as she got a hold of the knife. “You remember me? I saw your wife the other day — Orlande.” Even as she spoke the words, Rory knew it was useless. She remembered how r****h had backhanded his son without a flicker of recognition. But she had to try. Even though she’d never really liked him, Roaming was her friend, and he deserved at least that much.
They had gone
