WINTER

“Who the hell are you?” I ask.

I had never laid eyes on them since I arrived. Both men are rugged, their bodies laced with scars and they dress like fighters who live by their blades rather than by law. They didn't have the regal aura like Valtor; these two were nothing but common rogues.

Common and Insolent.

“You just harassed my friend." My voice trembled with rage, teeth clenched. "You’ll pay for this."

The taller one tilted his head, a mocking smile ghosting ...