Chapter 7
After coming home from the library, Zeth walked back through the front door of his parents’ house, calling, “Mom, Dad, I’m—”
He stopped, face turning to stone.
Oh. Right.
He cleared his throat.
“Mom, I’m home,” he said in a smaller voice.
The moment I get strong enough, I am going to murder those fucking bandits. They will not get another second of their lives with his blood on their hands, even if they are rotting in some jail cell right now.
After his mother came to meet him at the doorway, he sat and ate with her and his sister. One thing he’d always missed about living here were the home-cooked meals; the stuff he got living in guild housing was awful in comparison.
“Where were you this morning?” his younger sister asked.
“I just dropped by the library,” he responded.