“Well, I wouldn’t mind a more private lesson upstairs,” I told her, my had sliding down her thigh. According to Sophia, I had loved this man. I stared down at Faoril, the last of the milky potion poured out into her lips. The kitchen lay at the end of the corridor. “You like that, slut?” I growled. Not from labor, but holding a sword, and there were more callouses on his body, places where armor had rubbed his skin rough. Dogs howled. I turned and peered around at the small courtyard as the dogs bayed louder. I saw you in the crowd and Kevin’s image rose in my mind. I don’t understand why you don’t care for this Kevin. I fought off the madness of the berserker rage as I lunged at the beast. I bellowed, the rage lurking in my depths. Then she reached out and opened the belt of my robe.
