Thador held his shoulder, blood weeping between his fingers as he stared at her like she was a ghost. She was certain from the look on his face that the wound was her doing. Were it not for Renwick, she probably would have killed them all. Gods, Rua. Stop. The fear of Renwick’s words circled her mind. He had thought she would kill them all too. Rua swallowed, pulling out of Renwick’s hold as she sheathed the blade. She did not look at anyone as she walked out of the temple and into the snow.
