“Take a seat.” Tyr tapped the couch, “We need to talk.”
“We?” Fen mimicked, “There is no we,” Clarifying he took a few steps forward, “I’m minding my own business. There hasn’t been a ‘we’ since YOU helped the gods imprison ME.”
“How many times do we need to have this discussion?” Rolling his eyes, Tyr again patted the sofa, “Vengeance is your undoing.”
“How’s that working out for you?” Fen smirked making sure Tyr saw him eye the missing hand.
“I should thank you.” He smiled, patting the couch far more aggressively, “It was a swift justice that you provided. The missing hand is a constant reminder of my inability to save you from them. I failed you, and for that I am truly sorry.”
Cocking an eyebrow Fen stepped forward sitting on the edge of the couch but remaining silent. As far as h
