It was a wretched day.
Evening was crisp already, the last of the sunset just a fading pale stripe in the Western sky.
Fawn eyes bulged out of their sockets, the man with a wounded leg and a haemorrhagic stomach charged into the trail out back. She despised this man and his accomplice so much.
It had taken nearly a decade to hunt him down but it was finally worth it. Fawn's smile was stiff and cool. She had all the time she needed to cause him to feel all the pain she'd been subjected to back then.
She scoffed at the fact that he'd been living comfortably. He and his subordinate had had their way with her that day. They'd used her to satisfy themselves, then they drove off to their fine houses in the capital, to their aristocratic wives and well-bred children.
