Bryant shook his head slowly. "I have no idea, no explanation. I did not ask the woman. I attacked her and would have killed her, thinking of her as his assailant." Bryant confessed it without changing tone, a simple, quiet admission.
"He was in bad shape, in obvious agony, sweating blood, and she stood over him, digging into his wound. There was so much blood, I thought she was a vampiress, deranged, tormenting him, trying to eviscerate him."
There was a small silence, only the wind and rain daring to comment. Ellon simply waited, his body as still as the mountains. Bryant shrugged. "Perhaps there was no thought, just a reaction. I could not touch his mind with mine. The suffering on his face was more than anyone could bear. But for now, we need him to think that we saved him, that we are on his side, and that we are his ally. Understood?" Anger settled over him, but for now he didn't have a choice but to play smart, he thought as rage throbbed in her like a heartbeat.
