She killed people and wielded a sword; she was well past the marrying age and yet showed no signs of having a husband or children of her own.
“Did your parents approve of your path in life?”
She cast him an unreadable look. “My parents died, and then my path was re-set.”
They broke through a cluster of shrubbery and then they were standing in a clearing. A ring of stones marked a spot for a fire, and several blankets and bowls marked Brenna’s habitation. Maybe she lived somewhere different every night.
“Light a fire and let’s get started.”
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