Jessamyn turned to leave, her footsteps deliberate and slow, but a faint mumble from Imogen made her pause. She hesitated for a moment before turning back, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at the woman who had caused her so much pain.
What she saw, however, left her more than a little shocked. In the distance, Jerrick stood, his presence a silent sentinel in the fading light.
Beside her, Jostein had calmed down completely, as though one who had snapped moments before was an illusion. His usual calm demeanor had returned, the earlier aggression now a distant memory, as if he were a beast who had been momentarily unleashed, only to retreat back into the shadows.
Jessamyn's gaze drifted back to Imogen, who now lay sprawled on the ground. The sight of blood trickling from her head made Jessamyn's heart skip a beat.
