Chapter 13Rohene
After an hour spent trudging along ancient paths, every last particle of attraction for Marwa had crumbled and died, hopefully forever. Stupid witch! I hated her red hair and easy smile and detested the way she walked—as if the ground was bouncy, instead of dry and hard. Her dimpled bottom was ugly and so were her eyes and full lips, and if I could have hit her, I would’ve.
I tried to use my anger to prop up my failing strength. It had worked before—as leader of the forest battalion, I was used to digging deep into personal reserves. For four years I’d fueled my strength with useless cravings and loneliness which had sprung up since my encounter with her. Before Marwa, I’d used loneliness as my main source of courage.
Anger no longer worked. The more I told myself I hat
