BroodingLove

The sparks from the dying embers were dancing in the wind. Aedale Hawke watched them with empty eyes, unmoving as the sun was slowly setting under the distant peak of Sundermount, making the shadows longer and longer. She had lit the bonfire with  her hands, not magic. Fenris was sitting silently at her side. “Are you blaming me?” The corner of his mouth twitched. “For stopping me from ripping his heart out the first time I realised he was an abomination? For not killing him yourself when you did? Yes, I am blaming you.” Aedale swallowed soundlessly. Her throat seemed suddenly dry and thick. “The rest of the