Winter
After ensuring that Laila and Emry had found the tavern she had directed them to, Winter left.
She doubted that she would be able to get any sleep that night. Her blood was still boiling and as satisfying as killing Jakar Helloway had been, she was annoyed that he had not begged like the others had.
She wished he had begged, she wished he had given her the pleasure of denying him his life. Instead, he had surrendered, went on his knees and the worst part of it all was that he had remembered exactly who she was and what he had taken away from her.
Winter let out a groan, kicking away at the dirt as she walked, Eirwen flew off her shoulder, heading to wherever it was she disappeared to whenever Winter was in a bad mood. Winter watched her owl fly away, hooting as it went.
