“Right, your bow and dagger are still with me. Time to return them to their rightful owner.”
Martin remembered the bow and short dagger, took them off, and prepared to hand them over to the mad woman.
Those weapons had been with him for quite some time, but since they belonged to her, he didn’t hesitate. Seeing her alive and well filled him with relief instead of regret.
However, to his surprise, the mad woman waved her hand, signaling that she didn’t want them back.
Moments later, she pulled out a dagger from her waist—the same one Martin had given her back when they faced the wolf pack together. She looked at it for a second, slid it back into its sheath, smiled faintly at him, and then turned away, leaving without another glance.
Martin watched as her figure disappeared into the de
