Too Late for Remorse

Rosalind's words drained the color from Alistair's face inch by inch, the disgust and hatred in her eyes piercing his heart like a dagger.

A searing pain radiated from his chest, and Alistair felt his strength draining away.

A memory suddenly flashed through Alistair's mind. His face darkened as he turned to Rosalind and asked, "What happened to you in the barracks?"

She replied, "What a ridiculou