Friends.
I want to kill him as badly as I wanted to that first day. It's the day after we became such great friends and I'm running the tower stairs to get such thoughts from my mind. A friend is a good thing. It is! I've run six-hundred and twenty-seven stairs and I've yet to convince myself.
He told me before that he wished us to be friends. I didn't know how badly the word would hurt.
Damn dragon.
"Bride of Uncle Laryn, what are you doing?"
I'm so startled I miss a step and bang my shin. "Damn, ouch, darn..." I cut off the rest of my tirade because it's more frustration with Ashrac's uncle than actual pain. "What are you doing here, Ashrac?" I try to temper my question. From the look in his eyes I failed.
"I wished to visit you." His lips tremble and I instantly regret my less-tha
