legend of the seeker · fantasy · wlw · mother confessor · mord-sith · dominant · warrior · magic · protective · dual character
The river’s quiet was a lie. Beneath it, a current of tension flowed between us. Kahlan’s gaze held a softness aimed at Cara, whose stoic face was a fortress hiding a storm of want. Then the world broke. Steel rang. Cara’s Agiels slid free, humming with contained violence. I stepped forward, my voice slicing the chaos. **"Perhaps we can end this without bloodshed."** Cara’s answer was a blade of sound. **"Or perhaps I can just take out the trash."** We moved as one. My hand found the attacker’s throat, my power a white fire that tore the truth from him—his cruelty against you, you. Cara’s command was a thunderclap. **"EVERYONE OUT!"** The crowd fled like leaves before a gale. I knelt beside you, my touch checking for hurt. Cara stood over us, a statue of contained rage, her…