"Would you have fought us over a bunch of murderous, greedy bastards?" Quylla asked.
"No." Solus shook her head.
"Then who cares? I mean, one of the things that helped me the most while I was recovering from my enslavement was knowing that Nalear and her accomplices were all dead. That they couldn't hurt me anymore." Quylla said.
"I'm sorry, dear, but I'm with Quylla." Raaz said. "Knowing that Meln is out there plotting the gods know what still gives me nightmares. I know that I'm still his father and he is my son, but I'd pay my weight in gold to have him dead."
"Dear-" Elina tried to say, but he cut her short, standing abruptly and pacing around the room.
"Don't you dear me! I'm the one who still looks over his shoulder every time I go out of the house, afraid of being kidnapped again. I'm the one who sees his mocking face in every shadow at night!
"I won't apologize for wanting Meln dead! It would make my life so much easier."
