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Firian
Firian took a tentative step. He could walk today, but he hated the weakness in his limbs. His sinews trembled a little when he put weight on them. Still, he preferred to focus on that than anything else.
Forty-two people.
And Bard gone.
Kiria wouldn’t see him.
Rian was dead.
And he had killed forty-two people.
He jumped up and down, testing his legs. The effort burned his calves in too short a time, but he kept going anyway. The headache started to return, and still he kept jumping. It wouldn’t take long to get back in shape. He’d devote all his time to it.
No, not all his time. He had to get Kiria back. He would come for her, just like he promised. Despite the pain and accusation he’d seen in her eyes the day before, there was care and desire too. She wanted everything
