C24 Darrius

Guilt chewed a fucking hole in my gut, and I did not like it at all. So, I had fucked Avery and left. There was no reason for my stupid conscience to pound into me about it. I downed another goblet of ale before refilling it again. It wasn’t like the woman would stay or join her merry-men against the horde of Unseelie. I snorted.

Why should she?

Sure, she was a bloody good fighter