Chapter 475: Where It Happened
Tala stood in the forest clearing, staring at an empty spot at the eastern side of the wide circle that was maintained as a waypoint for caravans on the way from Marliweather to Arconaven.
There were more than a half dozen such spots in this area alone to prevent the more intelligent threats from simply setting ambushes. So, even if it had been the right time of day for it, it wasn’t surprising that they’d found the place empty.
Not that she would have cared if it had been crowded with man or beast.
To her mind, it felt like lightning was striking, over and over from a clear sky, each strike arcing to end at the same point some fifteen feet above the ground.
It was right there. He stole me, right there.
By some quirk of fate, it was the first day of the new year, the seventh anniversary of Be-thric’s death.
She was standing where he had caught her at last, and she had killed him almost exactly seven years ago after breaking free of his hold.
She almost laughed, but for her desire to weep at the tension in her chest.
Rane stood beside her, and Terry rested on her shoulder. Both understood where this was, and both gave her the silence that she needed along with their support which she so craved.