Chapter 112

Netya was tired of so many things. What good would more resentment toward Vaya do her?

The moment she had seen how blind the huntress was to all but her own emotions, she had known it must come to this. She wanted the bitterness between them to end. Her fear of Vaya had given way to dislike, then anger, and finally a desire for vengeance stronger than any Netya had ever known.

But now, when it came to it, all she felt for the other woman was a cold sense of resignation. Weariness, pity, and regret that something so small could have led to so much pain and upheaval.

As she walked to the center of the camp that evening, she only wished for it to be over. No more ill would come of Vaya’s actions after that night.

“Where are you going?” Fern called after her. Netya drifted on by as if in a trance, focusing her will on what was to come. She had not brought her spear. It seemed it would do her little good either way.

Vaya stood waiting in the middle of the ca