“This isn’t working, Gabriel. You aren’t hurting anyone but yourselves. Do you think the royals care that the church burned down? This will only affect the villagers.” “They’ll care soon enough.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “The royals are just the beginning. The snakes are next.” A chill ran down Tem’s spine. “When will it be enough?” she whispered. The wind was picking up now, howling down the alleyway. Gabriel stared down at her, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. “When they give back what they took from us.”
