What was the reason you finally left Dravenmoor?” When Emi faced me, her lips curled in a sort of snarl. “I had to flee.” “Had to? Didn’t you say you were young when you arrived at Stonegate?” “Only fourteen.” “They drove you out?” “I ran before they could.” “What happened?” Emi’s eyes flashed with a touch of malice. “I tried to cut off my father’s head.” With a wink, more condescending than kind, Emi slipped past me and entered the camp.
Emi is giving Hekla vibes
