Unwilling

Blue Lark Guild, Dread Country

SAVAGE JAXSON

It’d been two days of utter silence since they returned to the Blue Lark.

She won’t speak me.

Savage had, had it. I’m done with this silence. I’d prefer her ranting.

Last night, Dimurah had served him at the counter in Winter’s Haven.

He’d thought perhaps it would force some words from her. Force her to speak something to me.

But she’d said nothing.

Not a word.

Won’t look at me. Won’t talk to me.

***

He’d left quietly and waited until she was closing up. Returning to see if she’d offer some latenight conversation as she often had in the past.

The Nauvree came and sat next to him. Despite that the barmaids were securing the shutters and turning the inside lock. He knew he and RedBayne were welcome here after closing.

Both Savage and Dimurah had encour