It took Brìghde and William a full sennight to complete the inventory of the paramours’ chambers, and Brìghde threw herself into it wholeheartedly not because she wanted to paw through Grimme’s mistresses’ things, but because she had to do something other than attempt to drink herself into a stupor to keep from remembering his brutal rejection of her, and then the fact that he had spoken so vulgarly of her behind her back to his mistresses. All of them.
Friendship.
Brìghde wasn’t Grimme’s friend. She was Aldwyn, a mere replacement for a dear friend he had lost.
She felt completely and utterly betrayed, and what had she done? Kept it to herself instead of punching him in the face. Read more