All's Fair in Revenge

Present

Four hours until execution.

Cian found a way to sleep. I watch him breathe. He shifts and his shirt slides past the navel. A trail of hair travels the round curve of his stomach. Where Bröd's torso is flat and chiseled with distinct demarcation lines, Cian's body is what I would describe as filled out; strong but pliant. The sturdiness of him drew me in from the start. Well, that and the deep lines cutting into his trousers.

What a shame that in four hours our bodies will be nothing more than collateral. Dorsette, having milked me dry, will hang me and then negotiate my return for proper burial rites. What would Sune be willing to pay to lay his daughter to rest under a pile of rocks like the rest of the lot rather than the honored temple burial in the Hallowed Towers I would've been granted under different circumstances?

Part of me hopes he'll let me rot. No one needs another reminder of my long list of disappointments. Not for free and definitely not for the price of Kelvia's freedom.