Chapter 12“She is gone, Bron D’Extrian,” said a familiar voice, slicing through the vortex of pain engulfing his wounded body. “I wish I could say otherwise, but ‘tis the truth, I fear.”
Bron blinked several times, attempting to clear the triple-vision greeting him as he opened his eyes. Obreé Kai’Lesh’s pockmarked, bewhiskered features eventually came into view, as did the smoke-stained, beamed ceiling of an upper f**k-room in The Rumbledon’s Tongue.
A sickening wave of dread accompanied his returning memories. When he attempted to sit up, pain wracked his nude body, now partially wrapped in blood-stained bandages, and shiny and sticky with floral-scented lotion. His moans of agony and heartbreak pounded his own eardrums. “She—Vita—she can’t be—”
“Rumor has it that your darling Witch h
