Padraig let out a painful breath, unable to believe he was truly being set free. He had his revenge, such as it was, and now he could go.
In a moment of weakness, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on George's forehead before rising to make his way out of George's house as fast as he could on legs that didn't want to carry him.
In the room next door, Darerca had finished stitching herself up and she was trying not to look at Patrizio's body.