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It wasn’t long before her sister came to find her. Druid took a steadying breath and nodded when Heda motioned her aside. She took a seat, staying quiet and giving the other woman the floor. A few things jumped out at her, though she did not interrupt.

“…he didn’t want me near Etienne…”

“…he expected I would end the pregnancy…

“…he’s avoided me and treated me like—well…”

None of this shed any light on why she and Anselm should be… bushwhacking. Druid’s face scrunched, trying to make sense of that, of any of it. She replayed Heda’s words in her mind and was only left with confusion and an uptick in her distaste for Anselm.

What I’m hearing is I need to kick Anselm’s ass, Druid said very dryly, for lack of anything better to say, maybe right out of Rivenwood.

Was that going to become Rivenwood’s tradition: Druid throwing out badly-behaved men, one by one? It made her think of how she’d mistrusted men in her youth, in large part due to Mahler’s desertion. Like father, like son?

Shaking her head, Druid spoke up again to say, But you two were about to…