Qeya River The gentle ones can't handle me, the rough ones despise me

sadey had given up — only she hadn't. the debt lay dormant and waiting to be repaid. she lived her life in the shadow of it.
lestan was wise enough not to ask if she had ever been contented since.
he offered her his shoulder, just the edge of it, to lean on, to know he was there and listening. "what else do you want?" life was more than gangs and revenge.