“I say let her bleed for a while,” the woman said as they threw me into the carriage, pain racing through my abdomen. “Let her suffer.” “We aren’t barbarians, Paesha,” Orin said. “You just stabbed your wife in the Scarlet District, and now you’re dragging her ass home for the second time in so many hours. I’d define barbarianism to you if I thought it would matter.”
