Sarah Z. Creates

“What do you know of killing?” The question had been asked in jest, but the boy’s answer had sobered them all.

His face had blanched so white at the question, his bones had nearly shone through. Dead in eye, he said flatly, “It’s messy.”

If the lad hadn’t killed someone with his own two hands, Alric thought, he’d grow wings and fly. A sardonic smile twisted his lips. One more use of that damned sword, and that might actually happen. But the smile dropped as he recalled the boy’s answer.

Yes, this boy knew. Knew and regretted, but knew.