Kir wanted him to be ashamed of what he was. Andrev had spent his whole life being ashamed. Sometimes, he was so ashamed that he became angry.
“They only say that because I hunt so well,” he said coolly. “But when they think I can’t hear they call me the spawn of a demon. Too bad I don’t have demon powers.” And he lifted his head, deliberately shook his hair out of his eyes.
The girl couldn’t even scream.
Andrev handed Kir his spear. “I’ll be at the river getting fresh fish for the women. See you back at camp.”
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