Iulus fell silent.
Justinus repeated his order, louder this time. The mouthy deputy nodded and then disappeared into the bushes without further commentary.
Though they stood on opposite sides of this conflict, Bruttia admired the crossbowman for having enough self-respect to silence his critics. Throughout her short, tumultuous life, she had been forced to ignore more critics than she’d ever managed to silence.
Just another entry on her growing list of regrets, Bruttia lamented. But having secured a new lease on life, she decided to do something about silencing her critics.
Starting now!
The witch called upon one of the first powers taught to her by her grandmother, a simple but effective charm that proved indispensable when dealing with the weak-minded.
She injected her voice with
