The Hatchet's Obsession: A Hexborn Excerpt

“Were there other marks?” Silas demanded of his sister. The hour was late. Lill already wore her nightcap, but Silas was still hard at work, candles ablaze.

“Aye, poor child,” Lill confirmed. “All over, poor child. Old ones, newer ones that were still red and purple. Bruises, pretty fresh.”

“Could you draw them for me?” he asked, eyes greedy. “The scars, not the bruises.”

“Heavens, no! I wasn’t making a study of them, for the Gods’ sakes! It was all I could do not to burst into tears!”

“Never mind,” he replied, waving a hand. “I can get her maid to do it for me in a few days.”

“Already picked a girl out to spy on her, have you?” Lill asked, arms crossed.

“Of course, I have,” Silas confirmed, as though it were self-evident.

“I know it’s your job, brother, to do such things to protect the king. But that is a good girl. I can tell,” Lill clucked. “You had best be kind to her.”

“I don’t tell you how to do your job, Lill. Pray do not tell me how to do mine,” came his stern reply.

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