*Dion*

The rage that sweeps through me robs me of breath, of words. I am barely aware of the tankard I was holding tumbling to the ground as I enfolding her in my arms, holding her close as though I can protect her when it is far too late for that. “My Goddess, Sunny”.

I rub my cheek along hers, aware of the slightest trembling in her body as she clutches the sides

of my coat.

“It’s all right, Dion”. She whispers softly. “Like your time in prison, it is long ago … it is in the past”.

“But it never leaves you, not completely. By the Goddess, Sunny” It...