“You have to kill me?” Aida asks.
Riel, the man in front of her stands still as a mountain for a moment at her question. Then he nods.
She’s afraid, she knows she is. Her heart is pounding in spite of herself, pushing her boiling blood through her body, but the anger she used to feel when she looked at him has subsided.
“I must,” he says simply. His eyes are averted, slowly having drifted aw...
