Chapter Twenty-FiveBlood crimson stared unblinking into gemlike viridian. As the Darkest of the Dark sought to comprehend what he had just heard, his full attention was draw away from the hostility he was generating and the callous magic he had created sputtered like a torch guttering into darkness. “You forgive me?” He repeated incredulously, unable to fathom such a preposterous overture. Glaring down at the Healer, he shook his head, thoroughly confounded, but his confusion only served to enrage him further. Snatching Evondair viciously by his hair, Uxvagchtr bared his teeth in a rancorous threat.
“Insolent Drachalych! You forgive me?” he hissed venomously. Straining to lean forward and sink his teeth into the beauty that tempted and vexed him, he was even more perplexed when he discove
