“I leave you alone for one hour and already you’re breaking him?” Brenna stepped into the clearing. Her sword was dripping with blood and she had a gash across her cheekbone, but she seemed otherwise intact.
Ciaran dragged his hand across the back of his mouth. “Da was right. I did it - I killed my own mother. I can remember -”
“You spoke to her,” Brenna said. “You’re mother’s alive.”
“No. I know I -”
“Shuffling the mortal coil is painful. Usually more for the people left behind, but she’s fine now. Don’t feel guilty,” Brenna said. “We need to get moving.”
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