“Because people always seem to demand
that you be one thing or another.”
“You’ve never bothered to give a damn
what other people demand.”
She smiled slightly. “True.”
She gritted her teeth as his needle pierced
along her spine. “I’m glad you’re here—that
I’ll see Endovier again for the first time with
you here.”
To face that part of her past, that suffering
and torment, if she couldn’t yet look too
closely at the last several months.
His tools, the numbing pain, halted. Then
his lips brushed the top of her spine, right
above the start of the new tattoo. The same
tattoo he’d had Gavriel and Fenrys inking on
his own back these past few days, whenever
they stopped for the night. “I’m glad to be
here, too, Fireheart.”
For however much longer the gods would
lily
(lily)
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