If Fletcher hadn’t insisted on fighting a losing battle, they wouldn’t have gone into the city. If Danisan hadn’t taken his sword to her throat, she might have recovered—arions were notoriously hardy. They always healed well, another attribute that made them so valuable.
And if Roxanne hadn’t summoned her and forced her to fight, Pesky would never have been injured in the first place.
Roxanne limped through the dwarf tunnels in isolated silence. Conflict crashed within him every time he looked at her. He missed her. He loved her—there was no escaping that inconvenient fact. Yet he resented her for what she’d done, and the longer he brooded, the more his resentment grew and festered.
Though his mood worsened, his physical state slowly improved. One of the dwarves in Gavoch’s envoy, Ekhre
