Weaver rolled her eyes at that and threw her hands up. “If you want to spend your time in town trying to kill one creature, not assisting me in putting an end to the bloody mess that has seized our nation for the better part of a decade, then I can’t stop you. You have the authority to set your own aim. Spend it worrying about ones and twos while the rest of us worry about millions.
Alara’s face pinched, and her fist clenched tight at the mockery. Pain stung her where her nails had cut into her palm earlier, and this time it made her relent. She pushed away from the table, the chair she sat in falling behind her, and her heels clicked loudly as she made the door. Weaver sat placid, nursing the drink she found distasteful and didn’t care to watch Alara’s exit.
At the door, Alara paused an
