This was no horror struck traveler who'd caught sight of the lines enwrapping his skin. Like brown tattoo marks that traced the lines of his tears and branched out around his head, shoulders, even down to his feet.

She was after Justice. She knew what he had done apparently, or at least knew that people had died. Couldn't being imprisoned in his castle be punishment enough. He was already miserable.

"Agreed. I agree with those terms!" Andrew shouted back at her as he scrambled up the bank to run through the cover of the woods.