How long Callm stood amid the broken crockery, bolstering his belief in the absolute correctness of his actions, seemed an eternity to him.

She was a scheming, traitorous witch, who'd come perilously close to destroying his people. She wouldn't talk. In every respect she'd used him. From seducing him to going through with that farce of a hand-fasting.

Of course, he freely admitted, passing a hand over his face, there was a bit of him that wasn't sure of it at the time. ...