Aran was staring at her. Nikol wished she had a real answer for him, but she didn’t think he’d like knowing that she’d spared his life on a whim.
She shrugged instead and took a big bite of her own food. “Yeah. I’d had enough. Me, alone, I’m not enough to take them down, but I might not have been the only one to run, either…. what?”
He was staring at her. “You want to… take down… the Mountain?”
“Don’t you?” She took another big bit of her food. “Not like, today or anything. But yes. I would like to destroy the Mountain eventually.”
“Is that why you-” His gesture was unclear, but she had a pretty good idea what he was talking about.
“No.” She shook her head and finished her bite of food. “No. I took you because it was that or kill you, and I was sick of killing.” Continue reading