Silence filled the air as she fell on her knees. She covered her mouth with one hand, closing her eyes. No tears were falling down her rosy cheeks; no sobs were coming out of her mouth. She wanted to cry, to let it all out, to scream, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t sadness or grief that she felt, it was anger and a burning desire for revenge. She blamed Howe, she blamed his soldiers, she even blamed Duncan for everything that had happened.
After a few moments that seemed like an eternity Kayli slowly stood up, brushing a few wild strands of red hair from her face. When she turned around, she looked Duncan in the eye, her teal eyes filled with anger. Then, in the blink of an eye, she threw her fist at him, but he was quick to grab her by the wrist. And thus, the silence between them continued until tears and quiet sobs finally came out. “I could’ve…”
He was quick to cut her off, finally letting go of her arm. “You would’ve died there, outnumb