Epilogue
Amarah and Eitr
Amarah
“He didn’t mean it” Rogan whispers, her hand unconsciously touching her scar. It’s already slivery and wrinkled as if it’s been years since she carried the mark when it was only a week ago. Her frustration became tears as she angrily wipes away her tears. “I don’t understand why he is so hard on him. Eitr is just a child. He didn’t mean to hurt me, he’s a good child”
I touch her shoulder. I listen to her words. I wipe her tears and hang on to every emotion she displays. Her communicator keeps vibrating beside her, but she ignores it. I can’t help but see Arius’s name flashing on the screen. “He must be worried about you”
“He should be worried about our son” She hisses. Not at me, but at her communicator. She grabs from the table and a flash of flame mel
