What was lost

He bristled at her words, growing a little more at her. “Yeah, then what were you doing sneaking in here?” he asked, realising the only reason he hadn’t seen her was because she had been creeping. Like the thief she was claiming him to be. He backed a couple steps away from her, even though that put him further into Vidarr’s den. He really didn’t want to get caught here if that Old Demon came back earlier then he predicted.

“It’s mine. I earned it from my mother. He has no right to it!” He added, his eyes narrowing, and he was almost vibrating with anger. The theft of the dagger was not something he let go of easily in the first place. He didn’t care that Vidarr had taken it from him because he was a slave, and because he had found Strai attacking that weird kid of his that first time he had trespassed. It was his.


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