I have no idea how I’m supposed to respond to something like that. It envelops the pulsing sting in my cheek. I have received praise for being brave and strong, for having impressive aim, for holding my ax properly.Ī blossoming warmth spreads inside my chest, traveling upward. “Irrenia will do it when she gets home,” I say. And yet, I don’t want him to stop touching me. He would never treat a male warrior this way. I want to shrug him off because I don’t need him fussing over me.
“We need to get this looked at right away.” Now Torrin gently touches my cheek where Havard struck me. Someone who didn’t hate me for what I couldn’t control, for being my father’s daughter. But as I watched Torrin start living his life separate from Havard, I started to become closer to him. I didn’t think I believed people could change. I know it’s too late to take back what I’ve done, but I’d like to start changing now. “It never sat right with me-the way Havard treats you,” he said, “but rather than face what I believed to be wrong, I did the easy thing. He said that as our trial had grown closer, he’d given some serious thought to what it means to be a warrior. Afterward, Torrin begged my forgiveness for playing the part he had the last several years. But instead of siding with Havard, Torrin helped me fight them off. Havard thought to gang up on me with the help of his best friends, Kol, Siegert, and Torrin. I remember vividly the day everything changed.
Before that, he was part of Havard’s group, just another face in the crowd of my tormentors. Though now it feels as though he’s always been by my side, we only became friends about six weeks ago. TORRIN WALKS ME HOME, as he’s done every day for the last month.
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