*Lynn*

Calix stepped back, eyes focused, jaw set in a firm grimace. “What do you mean? This man could be responsible for Hamund’s death, not to mention dozens of animals in the surrounding lands. Why shouldn’t I kill him?”

“I mean,” I spoke rigidly. “Don’t kill him yet. I want to get answers out of him first.”

He wiped a hand over his jaw, his fingers splaying out over his fine stubble. “Of course, I’m going to get answers out of him ...