Chapter B4C56 - Burning the Light
“I have three more for you today,” Tyron announced as he walked into the room abruptly.
Cerry flinched at the sudden disruption, but Tyron didn’t pause, placing down three stones upon the table in the middle of the room. Flynn eyed them, looking vaguely ill, though he chose not to say anything.
“This makes ten souls over the last few days,” Cerry murmured, half to herself. “Just how many have died recently?”
She didn’t expect to get an answer, in truth she was only partially aware that she’d even spoken aloud, but she had, and Tyron addressed her query.
“Not enough,” he said.
In shock, Cerry looked up at him and almost immediately looked away. His eyes were ice cold, as were his tone and entire demeanour. It was almost impossible to reconcile this man, this Tyron Steelarm, with the Lukas Almsfield who had run Almsfield Enchantments. Were they really the same person? It seemed impossible, yet she knew it was true, had seen him transform his face with her own eyes.
There was a pause, then a sigh. Tyron walked around the table and sat, close to Cerry, but not so close that she would feel uncomfortable. At least, that was his aim; judging by her reaction, he hadn’t been successful.
“Cerry, you don’t have to like or approve of what I’m doing. In truth, I wouldn’t expect you to. I don’t ask that you pretend to be comfortable around me, or that you pretend not to see what I’m doing.” He gestured to the three stones on the table. “These are the souls of people I killed recently, just as the others I gave you were. I’ve judged that they have nothing to answer for, and thus would like you to use your abilities to put them to rest, but you don’t have to. If you refuse to help me, you are still welcome to stay here, and I will still protect you and Flynn as best as I can.”
He was being sincere, she knew that, but it was still difficult to accept what he said. At times, she felt like he wasn’t even human, as if he were some kind of monster with a human skin, putting on an act, being just human enough that others wouldn’t notice what he really was.