Duskfire Glacier come on, dark star

Taqtara felt her stomach drop.

The ravenwoman must have known by now, surely? She must have felt it in the the blood that seeped still from her shoulder, in the rage of her words that now seemed so distant amidst the silent snow of the glacier.

Nothing real or unreal had given her direction, it had been all her own doing. When she finally answered, her voice had lost all harshness and reached barely above a whisper.

"I wanted to kill you. I think- part of me still does."