Chapter 32. By the Bonfire

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“Do you think Argell would accept this one?” Keilen asks, poking it with her foot. The angle of its feet and its upturned head tells me it struggled before death, but not with anyone. I pull out the dagger responsible for its death throes and show it to Keilen.

“The elf?” she asks.

“It appears so; Veesa told Argell that it attacked Cyran and Gylen and my brother isn’t a person of weapons. It’s got to be his.”

“And how do you know what Veesa told Argell?” she asks again, leering at me.

“Could we not talk about this?”

“I suppose. We could always talk about how you’re milking her for information now…and that’s not the only thing you’re milking from her anyway,” she remarks, turning to stare into the forest.

“We don’t talk about her again. Ever,” I tell her coldly.

She turns back to me, her mouth parted slightly as poised to say something, but thinks better of it when she spots the look on my face.

“Yeah, whatever.”

I turn