Blood Binds #8

– Hunter of Giants –

A thing like that…

“Blasted idiot nightwalker.” An embarrassed lump swelled up in Tallow’s throat.

She stomped through the woods, crashing this way and that, blinded by indignation. That damnable night walker was always doing that, poking at her armor and making her think and do things that never occurred to her before. He was always quietly watching her with those, deceptively somnolent eyes.

He wanted something. Nothing new there. Someone, somewhere always wanted something...