Being Back

You should wince. Savage thought. I caught you talking about me for all to hear.

You intend to try to evade me? Good luck.

Grimacing, Murah slowly turned toward the hooded figure in the corner, whom they’d assumed was half asleep over an empty tankard.

Me.

“Sorry.” Adrea winced. Ducking low to stay behind the bar, she crept around the corner and vanished under the stairs.

Hiding from me. Sharp girl.

“Coward.” Murah hissed after her.

You’re merely envious you’d not make it as far as she did. He rose, making the fabric of his long cloak whisper as he walked to the counter.

“Would you just go away?”

No.

“To your hut?” He offered. Lifting a hand to knock a hood back. Making the wood beads clink in the twisted strands of his light blonde hair.

“Have I expressed how much I hate when you’re here?”

You don’t. You hate that I’m in control when I’m here.

“You mean like a parent. Seeing what you’ve been up to in my absence and cleaning up whatever childish messes you’ve made without my approval?