Fingal glanced at the destroyed scaffolding. “Is this an interrogation, Captain?”
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Chapter 12

FINGAL
Fifteen Years Ago

Fingal lay in the crumpled sheets of the bed in the guest room, eyes fixated on the ceiling as the sun peeked through the window. The ray of sunlight grew larger and stronger, grounding Fingal’s body. His mind hummed and turned with anxious thoughts that gripped him so tightly he couldn’t move if he wanted to.

He could take off with the girl. Leave his friends in this middle-of-nowhere hamlet. At least until he figured out what to do with Riona.

But if he left without warning, his friends would search for him. That was just who they were. Good people….