We return to my novel Deathhhawk’s Betrayal.
‘I didn’t? I didn’t what? Do what I needed to survive when you betrayed me? While you were screwing some trumped up marquis playing at bounty hunter, I was dying.And now what, you crawl home to whelp his brat, thinking there’d be nothing here but my bones?’
Taking a deep breath, Astarl drew herself up in the face of Jeharv’s tirade.

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