Rhydian;
"But your side…will hurt most."
The words repeat in an infuriating loop as I stare at Avaren.
I don't have an immediate response to his words. Because I can't even begin to process them. Does he mean the witches and warlocks plan to attack my people again?
What is he–What did he mean?? My arms fold across my chest as I study the blindfolded bastard sitting several feet away.
I will not look weak or scared in front of him. Yes, I am worried, but I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing that show.
"You keep talking about sides," I finally say. "Witches. Beastmen. Yours and mine." I add, and he remains silent.
"But you've spent this entire conversation blaming my people–"
"I have blamed no one." He cuts me off, and for a moment, I freeze. Then, I scoff.
"You just told me a war is coming because of everything that happened between our people." I point out, and this time, he's the one who scoffs.
"I told you a war is coming because history has consequences."
