Swiftcurrent Creek vast

Kelsier had dealt with this before—and Akavir’s tired eye wandered over to the direction of the couple. The man would be gentle—and so he gave a curt nod, accepting that perhaps this man could reason with the pair and help them come to terms with whatever demons they may be facing.

Or, perhaps one or both were beyond what would be expected of them—and then what? He did not know—but what he did know, is Blossom was the most affected right now—and given Reverie’s wild claims and then belligerence at still doing what she willed, despite the danger she had claimed before—she was a wild card amongst them.

He had hunted a wolf down in the marsh for her—had made her bleed. Had bled himself. All from the claims of the golden girl, and still, she traipsed her tiny pup around their borders.

“Okay. Talk with them—see how that goes.”

Maybe, in the end, it would be nothing.

When the discussion had ended with this, Akavir would turn—and soon realize the peril his own family was in at that very moment.