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laurel's reaction had caught him unawares; this sight of her juxtaposed against a sudden request for this killing. merrick. thade. "he said this?" mahler intoned, incredulous. had his son been gone so long he had become mercenary? he did not know what to do beneath the pressure of laurel's eyes. normally veiled, downturned, muted, her stare burned with a spearlike determination.
perhaps it was not a mateship or family that laurel wanted. revenge; it dripped bleak in her knowing look and tied his words into something incomprehensible.
this man, merrick, he had murdered indra. indra, whose death rode upon the shoulder of the sister left behind. mahler did not think he had ever known such a sensation before.
mahler, bound forever to what he knew and never to what he did not; mahler stirred to give a shake of his head. "i am no killer, laurel," though he was hesitant. this man had slain. but settling an aged score might bring down a fire to scorch rivenwood, and this he could not allow. "tell me about merrick," the shadowpriest ventured all the same, searching for understanding.