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“Go ahead. Kill me. Remind them what strength looks like when it’s at the end of a blade held at an innocent’s throat.”
Scorpia smiled. “You are not so innocent, your highness. We know what the heirs of Tir Asleen and Galladorn represent. What they’ve done to our people.”
Kit steps forward. The blade cuts a warning into her neck. “That depends… did your people know me as an heir to the throne of Tir Asleen for years? Or do you think they remember me as I truly was? An apprentice to the witch woman of the mountains… the same one that later took on that mantle when Shobayt took her last breath... A woman that saved many a life without expecting payment… that nearly died helping your people survive time and time again.”
Scorpia’s hand flinched back. Easing the pressure against her neck and Kit stepped forward again. Needing the sting. The reminder that the most important thing in the universe hung in the balance.
Not her own life.
For she had always been reckless with it.
But Jade’s.
Kit looked into Jade’s eyes. Wanting to remember everything about them… about her. If her gamble failed, she wanted to make sure she went out of this world seeing the most beautiful thing in it.
Once she committed to memory the constellation of freckles that highlighted Jade’s intelligent, copper-colored eyes, she felt sure that this was the right thing to do.
Without Jade, without the woman she loved everything else in the world, on either side of the Barrier, was meaningless.
Kit cared that no matter the outcome, Jade would be safe.
Kit stepped closer to the woman that still held a blade at her throat. Staring defiantly into her eyes.
Although she had recently been cradled in the safety of Tir Asleen, hidden behind the Barrier. Kit didn’t forget how the majority of people out here, on the edge of the wildwoods, met their end through violent means.
She had almost been one of them.
She is reminded of the way the arrow pierced right above her heart. How easy it had been to want to topple over. To let a stranger have her horse so she could flee to safety without the dead weight of a worthless heir.
Kit swallows at that thought and steals another glance at Jade. Her eyes are always drawn to her and this situation is no different.
The only thing that has changed is the desperation she sees in Jade’s eyes. It breaks her heart. The way she is working against the pain in her bound wrists to come rescue her.
This time, Kit doesn’t want Jade to save her.
Not when she knows there is something wrong with her.
Something dangerous.
She thinks back to Nockmaar. The visions she had of her grandmother lusting after power… Kit remembers her friend, Shobayt, who died knowing that her only legacy would be the demon queen’s grandchild… who saved Kit knowing full well who she was… what her hands were capable of.
Kit’s eyes focus on Jade and swallows. Feels the knife go in just a fraction further into her skin with that action. Cutting a thin line into her skin. She doesn’t flinch.
All Kit can do is wonder how she could be both harbinger and healer when all she does is birth chaos upon this world. When she makes those around her worse by being a coward.
She thinks back to Elora’s words, the way they reverberated against her chest as they made their way out of the prison created from teeth and bones.
“I feel sorry for her. For loving someone who can’t be honest with her.”
She knows Elora is right. Kit has not been entirely honest about a lot of things. Deep down, she is afraid that if Jade learned the truth of her. If Jade saw her as she really was… a monstrous thing… she would realize her mistake in tying her life to Kit’s forever.
Kit takes a shallow breath, careful of the sharp blade drawing a thin line of red at her bared throat and meets conflicted eyes. Scorpia is a woman who understands that she really is a monster, by nature of her birth.
And she wonders if this is what it means to continue the bloody legacy of the demon queen. To painfully push against death over and over until she cracks. Until the blood of the six that runs through her veins is sufficiently spilled by those that her family tore apart due to greed and power lust.
Kit wonders if Airk and Jade might have been better off not knowing she was alive. If she had remained dead and gone… disappeared beyond the Barrier. Then they would have both been happy and safe… and Kit would still be the same scared little girl she always was. Fearing that she was not worth staying for… only to find out she was also not worth following.
Scorpia’s hand trembles and she steps back again. Eyebrows furrowed and Kit steps forward. Silently defying her. Begging the older woman to hurt her.
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The raw desperation for the knife to slice into the princess’ exposed throat makes Scorpia look away from Kit’s eyes.
She had tried to step back. But at every retreat, Kit had met her with that same heartache that begged not to be ignored.
Her blue eyes were like endless pools of grief, and she wondered what had happened to a girl so young to be like this… for Scorpia had never known someone so reckless.
Kit seemed to gamble with her own life as if it were as meaningless as the mud beneath their boots.
Before, when she had been nothing to take note of. Scorpia had never given Kit a second thought.
She was merely a witch woman’s apprentice.
An insignificant little girl that had failed to die when she was hit with an arrow… when a bear attacked her… when one of her men had accidentally sliced at her in the dark… Scorpia had thought this girl was unlucky in this reincarnation and whatever would come next.
Having her here… she understood why her people took a liking to her.
There was a certain fire that was burning away at the edges of whatever Kit was and what she would be.
A fire that would seem to catch onto you, and then, it would continue to spread.
It was a wild and desperate blaze inside Kit that clung to everything around her. Spreading as if the only goal was to destroy those things closest to her.
She is about to admit defeat. To say that this fire had also burned her because she knows there is no pleasure in killing one that is desperately seeking an axe to lop off their head.
There is no honor in a battle that is only won by your enemy getting on their knees before you.
Until she looks at everything again. Scorpia thinks about all the little things she had learned against her will about this woman before her.
She thinks about the two halves of a whole. Kit who was both the witch woman from the mountains. And the princess of Tir Asleen. Someone who has never been particularly lucky out here. Who should have died several times over…
And yet…
And yet…
The witch woman from the mountains had always had a single-minded goal. Same as her people. Same as anyone else out here beyond the protection of the Barrier.
Kit had wanted to survive.
Yet, here she was, knife at her throat and begging for Scorpia to deliver her at death’s door.
Kit’s eyes flicker for a second, and Scorpia follows her longing gaze. Looking past herself. It is in this moment that she can understand a deeper truth about the woman before her. She had eyes but for one person. Kit only seemed to care about the knight that was tied up to a tree behind her.
The blonde woman she had tried to protect was forgotten as soon as the knight came into view.
It was odd, before, Scorpia had only thought that the interesting thing about this knight was that she had enough spirit and fight in her to make for good sport.
The way the princess looks at her makes her finally understand.
The fire isn’t burning recklessly.
It is passion.
It is desire.
And most importantly, it’s a distraction.
A smoke screen.
The woman before her is trying to give the struggling knight enough time to escape. Even if it costs the princess her own life. The future heir to the throne of Tir Asleen, wants a knight to escape more than she wants to live. And that is more valuable than taking another step back in defeat.
Scorpia licks her lips and smiles widely. Baring her teeth. She understands how she can break the princess. How she can show those that held them in chains what true pain means.
She is about to call out to her men, to force the other woman to her knees. Let the princess watch her warrior fall before her. Until movement at the edge of her vision catches her attention.
By looking away from the princess, she can fully take in the scene before her.
Scorpia had been so focused on retribution. On taking what she knew belonged to her. The future of Tir Asleen and Galladoorn; that she had failed to see how her people were faring in all of this.
Their faces were hidden in shadow. Beneath the swirling mist and dense vegetation. Their breath caught in their throats. Eyes wide, not in awe of her, but sad for their enemy.
Other couldn’t mask their horror. The way their tears glistened between stray sunbeams.
Scorpia looked around and realized that the woods were somber. It was not just due to the soft mats of pine needles lining the floor, absorbing their heavy footfalls.
Her people, instead of being excited by the violence. Reveling in the joy of unrestrained carnage… closed their eyes. The toughest warriors she knew preferred to stare at the ground than to look at the way her leader bleeds their enemy before them.
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“Kill me.” Kit taunted again in that self-destructive way that hadn’t shown itself since she had been back inside the barrier.
That ugly part of her that always begged her to give into the darkness. To take that last breath and never come back for air. The part of herself that she thought she left locked behind in the cabin at the foot of the mountains. When she learned to heal herself and others.
For a second, Kit wonders if this is what Sobayt warned her about. Stubbornly clinging to life as she is actively dying.
One night at her grandmother’s castle… her watch tower… and as if by black magic, it had been unleashed again.
Except, now she didn’t have years or months to heal that wound because they had to save Airk.
Kit doesn’t know how to live in a world without the other half of herself in it. Without his bright smiles and warmth to remind her that she can be happy again. That there is light, even in the darkest of times… like when their father left them…
She would never recover. She would never be Kit again.
Jade…
Jade is her fate… her intertwined destiny… but it’s different with Airk.
He is the sun to her moon.
He is the best parts of her…
Without him, Kit can only walk around the world with this ugly part of herself, raw and exposed against the elements.
//
Jade is pleading with them. Voice hoarse from the shouting. She wants them to stop.
Kit thought back to Nockmaar Castle and inside that darkness. The flames that had burned away at the tapestry light something else up.
A memory.
Boorman reminding her how hard it was to kill someone that isn’t actively trying to kill you.
She takes a breath and hopes she is right about this.
“Go ahead, your Sublime Eminence. Impress upon them that strength you’re so renowned for… bloodshed and destruction should always be rewarded. Not the kindness of the witch woman of the mountains that saved many of your own people.”
Scorpia’s eyes are filled with unshed tears that she blinks away. She sets her jaw and finally uses pressure against Kit’s throat.
Some of her men step up, as if they want to intervene. Their mouths are open, and their hands extended.
Only her withering gaze keeps them quiet.
Kit thinks about Graydon. How she begged Elora to throw out the recipe and try to find another way. Kit had been ready to kill him, but she didn’t want Elora to hate herself if she didn’t try hope first. Because if there was a possibility of saving him, no matter how slight, Kit wanted them to try the impossible. To save their friend.
She thinks of Jade, the painful way she was asked to kill her own father. To put him out of his misery as his flesh decayed and he suffered at the throes of possession.
Kit had wanted to carry that burden for her, had volunteered to do it. Ballantine thanked his princess, but said it had to be Jade. It could only be the daughter of whom he was so proud of.
Kit had not known it then.
But Ballantine had wanted to spare his daughter unbearable pain. Spare his princess a terrible burden… most importantly, he wanted to spare their marriage. For, no matter how much love was between them, it would never erase the way Jade would see Kit swung that sword down to end his life. Kit would forever be the woman that killed Jade’s family, regardless of the circumstances.
Her wife… she had been right. Back at Nockmaar.
Kit had not understood then, even though she had tried… and still… now… she does not understand what it is like to carry a burden that heavy.
She does not understand a lot of things.
But looking at Scorpia’s eyes, the way they are soft and conflicted in a familiar way… it gives her that same sliver of hope she felt deep in her bones. The one that had her begging Elora to throw out the recipe and just feel what is right. Instead of what she has been told is correct.
That same hope lets her foolish heart dream of a woman that is as honorable a leader as her people say she is.
That she too, would find it impossible to kill an unarmed woman who was not actively trying to kill her.
Even if Kit is the demon queen’s bloody legacy as much as she is an heir to Tir Asleen… a witch woman from the mountains… a scared little girl that longs for her mother to love her… for her father to return. To hold her… for her wife to forgive her for putting her through this, in case she does deserve to die, and it happens at Scorpia’s hand.
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Scorpia growls as she takes the knife and tosses it aside. It buries itself in the dirt next to Kit’s boots.
“I should have killed you as soon as we captured you.” She says, frustrated at herself. Feeling weak for giving her enemy a kindness she didn’t deserve.
And yet...
Looking at the way her people seem to be so relieved that she had been spared. The way their bodies sagged in relief, mirroring the same forward bow in Kit’s shoulders… it made her wonder if this had been the right answer from the start and she had been too stubborn to let herself see it.
Blinded by the tales the elders shared around the campfires when she was a young girl.
Afraid of the way her people kept mysteriously disappearing from the woods.
Always blaming Tir Asleen and Galladoorn for the kidnappings.
Who else would have such a need of a constant supply of slaves but the same fractured kingdoms that had been built on the backs of slaves freed by Bavmorda and her father?
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Kit kneels at her feet and bows her head. Repeating words she heard years ago. “Thank you. You could have taken your rightful vengeance upon my kingdom… my family… and you chose a different path. For that I am grateful.”
Kit reaches next to her, grabbing Scorpia’s knife. Wiping the blade on her trousers. It leaves a sticky trail of blood and dirt. A small reminder of what could have been.
She gets up and offers the handle to Scorpia.
The older woman snatches it from her hand and stomps towards Jade.
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The knight’s head is leaning forward as she takes deep breaths.
Scorpia studies the woman as she makes her approach and a small scar, covered by red curls, catches her eyes.
Without thinking, she pushes the curls aside and she doesn’t pay attention to how the other woman jumps back from her.
The way her jaw is set back in anger mirrors her own. She has seen that expression so many times in the river. When she is berating herself for losing another Bone Reaver to mysterious kidnappers that continue to enslave them.
Scorpia puts both of her hands up, surrendering to her baby sister. Who after so many moons, has finally returned to her.
“Before I untie you. I have something to show you.” Scorpia hears the words leave her mouth. Awed.
She kneels down and lowers the collar of her shirt. Exposing her family’s brand.
Instead of excitement or wonder, she is met by silence.
Scorpia stands up and meets her little sister’s eyes. She is being studied by the same curious eyes that wanted to count stars until sleep overtook her.
“Jade, baby sister, it’s me… Scorpia, your big sister.” She tells her. Reaching out to the younger woman. Who simply moves her face away.
Eyes searching for the princess.
Scorpia looks back and is surprised to see that same woman right beside her.
She steps behind her baby sister and reflects back on the day.
First, the man she loved and wept for, returned from the dead.
Then, her people saw her be kind to an enemy long forgotten.
Now, she has her future back. Her baby sister is here.
The ropes fall away and instead of what she expected, her sister holding her as tight as her small body can manage, the way she used to, Jade runs from her. She tries not to let the pain of rejection show on her face as Jade ignores her. Preferring to rush into the princess’ awaiting arms.
When Jade’s hands cradle Kit’s face gently before kissing her, Scorpia feels caught off guard.
It is so clear now. Why the princess of Tir Asleen would give up her life for a lowly knight. Why her sister would care more about someone else, than her.
Tears are rolling down her face as she finally understands.
Scorpia was her old family, and now… now she had a new one.
One that she nearly annihilated with the edge of her knife.
That thought cuts through her heart, like ice.
//
Although she had wanted her sister all to herself. Needing to bask in her love… Scorpia could not deny her that Kit join them in her home.
It’s awkward.
She only had Jade in her life for a couple of short years. Before her mother died near the Barrier.
Before her father had been slaughtered trying to defend himself and his people.
Bravely dying for their freedom.
The woman next to her, has had Jade for the rest of that time.
She has so many questions but she doesn’t know how to connect to this woman who she loves but seems so afraid to let her in.
Luckily, Kit, the person she had wanted to exclude from their reunion, takes over. She is radiant as she steps closer to Jade. Who instantly smiles and relaxes as Kit kisses her hand, smiles, and begins talking about herself.
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As soon as Jade is cut free, she rushes to her arms.
Kit feels like she can breathe again when she holds Jade against her.
She feels the tears leave the corners of her eyes and Kit smiles up at Jade. Letting her wife gently cup her face before she kisses her as though it’s their first.
Their last.
And every kiss they have every shared in between.
Kit laughs as she holds Jade. Letting her face rest against the crook of her neck. Her eyelashes heavy with tears.
“Shhh… it’s okay, I’m safe… I’m safe.” Jade reassured her as she kissed the top of her head.
“I was so scared…” She admits. Trembling.
Jade pulls her face up again. Meets her eyes and smiles. “I was too… but I’m fine.”
Kit nods.
“I’m fine too.” She tells Jade. Even if she doesn’t feel fine.
Not yet.
Her body is still pulsing with that need to fight. To get hurt. To kill something with an arrow. To let herself die. To stand defiantly against the entirety of the forest and dig her sword into something.
Kit takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Thinking about the sword drills she practiced and practiced until she was able to use her body the way she remembered. Up on the mountains, in front of the stone house.
She opens her eyes and smiles at her wife.
//
While inside Scorpia’s home, she can feel the tension between them.
Jade is thinking so hard that Kit wants to take out her sword and ask her to spar. To get her out of her head.
But she can’t.
She can’t.
So, she does what has always worked for her… for them.
She pushes and pulls at Jade’s body, through their hands, that refuse to be separated after they nearly fell in front of each other…
When she feels Jade’s body sway along with hers, Kit smiles.
She steps closer to Jade and opens herself up.
“You want to hear something funny?” She asks. Giving Jade a moment to think about her answer.
Scorpia, rolls her eyes and crosses her arms in front of herself.
Kit ignores her.
This isn’t about Jade’s sister. It’s about Jade.
When Jade runs her thumb over Kit’s, the princess grins.
“I didn’t really have a lot of friends growing up…” Jade turns around and laughs. Already knowing this to be true.
“I’m shocked to hear that, your highness.” She tells Kit, sarcastically.
“Hey!” Kit protests as she pulls at Jade’s hand. Their shoulders bump together, and they smile at each other.
“Go on with your story then.” Jade tells her.
“I’m building up some suspense.” Kit lies as she lifts Jade’s hand up to her lips and smiles at the way her wife blushes.
“Anyway, as I was saying… I didn’t really have a lot of friends growing up… and people think that it’s because I was a princess… and that’s part of it… but the biggest part was that I already had a best friend. I had Airk.” Kit stops. Feeling her throat close for a moment as she thinks of her brother.
“It was hard, to let someone else in when I already had someone who understood my feelings… my moods… you know? Airk just somehow knew what I was thinking without having to say anything. He knew what I would do and it was so disappointing to let someone else in… only to have them not be Airk… for the longest time, no one else could live up to these impossible standards.” Kit admitted. Looking down at the ground. Ashamed of this.
She blinks back tears and looks up at Jade’s face. Taking in the way it goes through different stages of understanding. Until she turns a deep red.
“Yeah… I wasn’t able to open up… to be happy… to let myself be friends with someone else because it was impossible… until you came into my life… and loving you, being loved by you… it’s as natural as breathing. Jade, you understand me in ways that only until recently, just Airk could… you are so special and so wonderful…” Kit smiles and reaches up to wipe at Jade’s eyes.
“I don’t know what it’s like, to have an older sister. But I do know what it’s like to have Airk… and as much as I want to be here… with you. To share this experience of getting to know her… there are some things that you can’t share with anyone else but your sibling.” Kit admits.
Jade nods and Kit smiles up at her.
“I love you.” She whispers to Jade before kissing her and stepping outside.
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Jade finds her and tells Kit that the reason she is feeling so weird but good is because the fruit that was handed out when Scorpia did her speech… that Boorman encouraged her to take… were truth plums.
It makes Kit nervous.
She laughs and tries to push it out of her mind. To think about anything else, but all she can think about is how exposed she feels.
She hopes Jade doesn’t ask her about what happened earlier. Or worse, what happened while she was out here, doing nothing but remaining the same.
Kit gets her wish, but the conversation Jade wants to have is more painful than those other truths.
Jade wants to know if Kit ever suspected something.
Not being able to lie to her wife… truth plums or not… she’s ashamed to admit that she did suspect something… but she didn’t know how to broach it with Jade.
Instead of telling her about the funny feeling she had because the brand on the back of her neck was similar to the ones she saw on the necks of her friends… the Bone Reavers that lived in the Wildwood… Kit remained quiet.
She had always wanted to be brave.
But at every opportunity, she chose to be a coward.
Lying to herself and saying that it was about Jade…
It was about her.
Kit had been so afraid of losing Jade because if she admitted that she could only survive by trading with those people that had killed her parents… she would have to admit that the brand behind her neck was familiar due to Jade possibly being a Bone Reaver herself.
Jade looks crushed and admits that Kit is the expert on breaking her heart.
It feels like a different kind of knife cutting at her throat.
Kit looks at Jade’s back and tries not to cry.
She leans against a tree and lets out a deep breath.
Kit hates herself.
For hurting Jade.
For being a coward.
For choosing the wrong thing at every turn…
//
She stays in her spot, thinking about Jade, when Elora comes over.
Elora is stumbling over her own feet. Staring at her hands and it makes Kit smile. She completely understands that feeling.
Elora, in her earnest and kind way, tries to have a conversation with her.
Kit is not in the right place for it, though. All she is, is worried about Jade.
She can’t think about anything else but Jade.
She wants to fix things with her wife.
She’s so stuck in her own head, that she misses the way Elora talks about how she was cruel. Instead, Kit admits that she blew things with Jade.
It was odd, until now, they didn’t really fight…
This was as unfamiliar to her as returning to Tir Asleen had been.
Whenever Kit got angry, Jade or Airk were the ones to reach out first. They were the ones who had all the right words. The ones that understood what it took to smooth things over.
To get her to smile again.
To admit that she was being a jerk.
They let her be moody and impossible and now that she wanted to take that first step, she was at a loss.
She asked Elora for advice. Admitting that she needed her opinion on something that mattered to her.
Elora, as always, offered her an infallible recipe. She told her to apologize.
To actually say the words.
To tell Jade that she wanted to be a better person.
That she would be there, waiting for Jade, ready to prove it.
In turn, Kit told Elora the truth. That even if she had been cruel, the same thing was applicable to her.
“You could also just say the words… it’s not all you need to do, but it’s a start. Right?” Kit asked, smiling at Elora.
Who turned away and told Kit that she had to find Graydon.
As Elora walked back towards the party, Kit decided to follow her.
She had to find Jade and sort this whole mess out.
//
Kit starts by telling Jade the truth. That she looks absolutely radiant and she’s glad she found her family.
Kit admits that she likes this different side of Jade and she is excited to explore what that means for her… for them… and that she hopes Jade can forgive her for staying quiet about her suspicions.
When Jade doesn’t run away. Kit steps closer and reaches out for her hand.
Jade nods and Kit brings it up to her lips.
“I love you.” Kit tells her.
Jade smiles sadly at her and nods.
“I love you too, but… I’m so mad at you.” Jade tells her. Sad.
Kit is confused until Jade keeps talking.
“It’s not about the fact that I’m a Bone Reaver or that your dad killed my dad… I’m upset because I thought I was going to lose you.” Jade says, terrified.
“Kit, you are reckless and you are going to break my heart.” Jade says.
“I swear. I am trying not to.” Kit answers earnestly.
“Then show me that you remember that you have a wife… you can’t… you can’t be that careless anymore… you have a wife now… your life isn’t just your own to throw away… not when you made me a promise to always try harder for me… I need you.” Jade tells her. Stepping closer.
“Our lives are intertwined as one… you were the one that told me you were destined to be with me. Kit, I love you but you need to understand that when you jump, I jump. Where you go, I go… and if I have to follow you into the world of the dead, just to remain by your side, I will.” Jade told her.
Kit nodded and kissed her. Understanding that it wasn’t a threat or idle words.
Jade was stating a fact.
After spending so much time apart, learning how to come back together again meant that she had to let herself be wanted by someone else.
“I love you too… and I’m sorry… for being so stupid… for not being easy to love… for… for all of it. I love you… I do. And I swear I want to live by your side until we’re super old and Airk has to wheel us around the castle… or around here… if you wanted to come back and live with your sister… I don’t care where we go or what we do, as long as we’re together.” Kit tells Jade. Admitting that she does want a future with Jade.
Jade laughs so hard at that image that she steps away from Kit for a moment.
Her wife being happy again is the last image Kit has of her before she is hurling away from Jade.
She hears the way Jade shouts her name and Kit tries to answer.
Her words are swallowed up by the wind. Kit is flying through the thick strands of trees that make up the Wildwood at impossible speeds. The way that she goes up and down so fast, along with the truth plums and the many cups of mead she had during the drinking contest she won earlier, makes it hard for Kit to keep her bearings.
She tries to look past the flashes of green whizzing past her face. She can’t see the base of the mountains, so familiar to her… instead, she sees a faint stain of red streaking the side of the sky. The slash of color looks like blood, drying up on a jagged wound. Breaking through the blurred trees.
Kit’s sense of alarm rose to match her heart rate.
She gripped the arm that was holding her, and she felt dread pool in her stomach.
The long fur, the strong grip… even without being able to tell where she was going, she knew what had snatched her away from the Wildwoods.
They moved fluidly and continuously through the Wildwood. Not in short burst, like a bird flitting from branch to branch. Or with the stealth of a snake that glided through vines and branches. They moved up and down, as if they were jumping rapidly.
Kit didn’t know how it was possible… and this made her very afraid.
If her past history with them was anything to go by, the trolls won’t be happy about capturing the witch woman from the mountains… not when she had put so many of them down and left their bodies exposed to the elements.
Not bothering to give them a proper burial.
Kit’s hand automatically gripped the hilt of her knife, hidden close to her body and away from view.
She thinks of Kase and tilts her head up. Sending a prayer of thanks through the Barrier. Where he remains safe.
She is about to slide the knife from its scabbard, to slice the troll’s arm open, when she thinks of Jade… the promise she just made to her wife about being reckless.
Kit is up in the air, she doesn’t know how high up, and if she were to make the troll drop her, she doesn’t know if she would be lucky enough to hold onto a branch, or if she would die from the drop.
Kit clenches her teeth in anger and closes her eyes.
She hates being reasonable.
But she hates making Jade sad even more.
Kit removes her hand from the hilt of her knife and decides to wait until they reach their destination. Acting before then, might be dangerous.
With that worked out she decides that she can wait until they get to wherever they’re going to before she stabs someone.