She'd left herself open to him on purpose. So he could see. So he would know, when words would be hard and broken. She'd done the one thing she wanted since reading that damn book when it was first written, but it hadn't changed his life at all. And she had known it probably wouldn't. Unshed tears lined her lashes.
"No, he didn't. We saved him. That man and I. And we killed the manager." Or sent him back to where he belonged. Bryn didn't think there was any killing a creature like that. Not out right.