“Do not speak to me of deals and promises and oaths.” Aurora is on her feet. She strains against the rope holding her to the tree. Evander continues to linger, just beyond her reach, as her eyes dig daggers into him. “I have kept oaths from long before your parents were even pups, suckling at their mothers’ teats. So I will not be reminded by a man-child of what oaths I must and must not keep.” Her voice is as cold as the darkest winter’s night.
