Anelisa
Every eye on deck turned towards me. I sensed it.
Fear, but then, it twisted into a cruel grin. The sea wind slapped my face as the ship rocked but nothing sting as the look on their faces.
"Look at the monster," a lanky deckhand muttered, his voice low enough that only his mates could hear, but loud enough for the wind to carry it straight to my ears.
Laughter followed, thin and nervous, as if they were trying to convince themselves that the scarred man was something to be mocked, not feared.
I clenched my jaw so hard that I thought my teeth might shatter.
My eyes were yielding already to the anger brewing up inside me, the old rage, the one that had kept me alive through the siege varkon roars inside me that turned my glare into a weapon.
I wanted to smash the wooden rail, to make the whole ship tremble under the weight of my fury.
But then I felt a soft hand holding on to mine that for a moment, my eyes flickers.
"Alaric, breathe," Anelisa whispered.
