“Do you at least know a little of her background? Perhaps the name of her village or her family?” I pressed.
His brow furrowed, and I could see the irritation flickering in his eyes. “Freya, Amara has proven her worth. She saved many of our warriors' lives. Surely you can see that she is no threat.”
“I know, dear,” I said soothingly “But it matters. We – you know nothing about her".
Rowan’s jaw clenched as he exhaled through his mouth. “Don’t be like this, Freya. She needed a place to stay. The rogues had destroyed her village, she was wounded and the rest of the soldiers practically insisted that we bring her back with us. Why are you making an issue out of it".
“Because it feels wrong… she’s a stranger and…”
“Fine!” he gritted his teeth interrupting me. “I saved her because… because when I first saw her, she reminded me of you. She had the same innocence, the same vulnerability you once had".
The words stung more than I cared to admit. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Arguing won’t get us anywhere.
“Rowan, there’s something you need to know. She’s a witch – not just any kind of witch, she’s a dark witch".