“as Zevander turned to follow her, she placed a hand against his chest. “No.”
once again he stood like a leashed attack dog. he would’ve ordinarily been inclined to ignore her command and carry out his vow to kill him, but as much as he yearned to watch the man suffer at his own hands, he acknowledged that it was Maevyth’s vengeance. her tormentor. her pain. he had no right to take that from her.”
— May 18, 2026 01:28PM
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