“Give it up, my friend. I know you need this.” Alaric’s expression was stripped of his usual humor, filled by concern. “If I had known hunting her down would cause this…”
“You would what? Stop me? Make me stay on my ass and let her run?”
He snorted. “As if I could make you do anything.”
“Exactly. I made this choice. I hunted her myself.” Yes, I had not expected this, but that was my mistake, was it not? I should have known better.
She was not just anyone, she was Baevera f*****g Eldareth. The very monster that stalks my nightmares. The decaying wound that never healed. Of course this would happen.
It was I, you know! They were not lying! I sent them, Revandrel!
I had not expected her to hurl that truth at me, resurrecting demons I had long buried but never truly laid to rest.
Filt
