The three women looked up as the door opened. I spat the shadow stone into my hand and slipped it in my pocket, then stood there and faced them.
"Well?" Silvy asked, her voice heated. "What did you go and fuck up now? How long until a dozen of those assholes are at my front door, wanting to slap some answers out of me?"
I held up both hands to try to calm her a bit. "That won't happen," I said. "Those three soldiers just beat each other to death in the shadows of the next cave."
"What?" Silvy asked, her voice flat. Both Zia and Tressi gasped.
I shrugged. "Everyone knows how violent those guys are, right? I don't think it seems too far out of the realm of possibilities that a disagreement could lead to blows."
Silvy rubbed the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. "Yes they are assholes, but discipline is tight among them," she explained. "Oh, damn it, Aaron. Everything is going to fall apart because you can't control yourself."
