A madness that ought not to have been allowed to be. Years of scheming, corruption, and unpredictability.
"Would you like the cloak, my Lady?" Amelia asked.
Blackthorn nodded mutely, and allowed the leather cloak to be fastened around her neck. Oliver assumed it was meant to stop the blood from getting onto the sleeves of her tight navy combat jacket, but he still reckoned that to be a pointless endeavour.
"Oh, I just realized – we've finally got someone to watch out for you two, don't we? That's a relief," Oliver said. The two girls had been quite a liability the week before with no one to defend them.
Amelia blanched at the prospect, twisting her face. "No thank you," she said curtly, ignoring the way Kaya's face fell.
"That would be a relief," Pauline said honestly. Her eyes were still nervously flitting through the trees. They could hear the sounds of screeching goblins a distance away. Unsettling noises, especially for the uninitiated. He could see his three new retainers twitching as well.