ficlet: Blood Poison 4
Jowan was an idiot. She lay on her new bed, face in the pillow with a book beside her in case anyone walked by. Her friend the idiot could get away from the tower if she freed him.
When Taliesen told him in whispers of what Rinna had done, Zevran’s mouth curled as if he had tasted something foul. He had been afraid that his desire for the lass would make it easy for him to fall into a trap of her making, and he was grateful that his friend Taliesen was no idiot.
The walls seemed to close around her like a fist. She was a mage; it meant almost nothing. The only thing that she owned about herself was her life, her free will, and chances were that she would never be able to use it outside of this tower.
“You are a traitor to the Crows,” said Zevran. “Filth that I would not even touch my boots with.” Rinna fell to her knees and began to beg. Beautiful lies spilled from her beautiful mouth.
Jowan ran off. Neria stood there, trying to find a false smile for Irving’s benefit, and looked over the bloody templars at her feet. She regretted nothing.
Rinna watched Zevran with her shining eyes until the moment life left them. The pool of her blood spread at his feet. He regretted everything.