Albert sat there in the mist, his ghostly form chained. He tried to think about what he was going to tell Valentius and what he was going to ask the man.
They couldn't keep on going like that. Valentius was not ready to commit. He was like a bee. Going from one flower to the next.
Albert was worth more than that, darn it! He had helped Valentius back when the man had been a reject! Back when he came bloody after a duel. With gushes so deep, the bone was poking out.
Back when Valentius had it in him to bite his teeth and grin through the pain.
The man had been chubby back then. His parents were poachers, and Albert had heard the rumors.
And yet, no one had done anything.
Livia was a Nightshade through and through. Osilo saved lives when the healers would rather hang a flag over a chimney and bar the doors and windows of a house.
