Caedyn slammed the house door behind her. She sat down, burying her
head in her arms, her anger and frustration ebbing aside and leaving
remorse and guilt in their wake.
A hand on her shoulder, and
she heard her eldest brother's serious voice. “You alright,
Cae?”
“What kind of sister I be, sayin' words like that!”
Caedyn snapped, knocking his hand away. “Like I be some damn feral
monster lost to me blood.”
“Nae. Ye spoke fer love, Cae,
no less.” Tryggr calmly countered. “Drustan be needing a kick in
his drunken ass a'fore he done slay himself.”
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