Fyskar: Ch 12

Finished with lunch, Seonaid and Fearchar took up their positions on the rug once more. “You have surely led a remarkable life, Eoin.” Seonaid drank from her cup. Eoin nodded reluctantly. I had hoped, running as far as I could, that my boys and I would be safe, he explained. He sipped at another cup … Continue reading Fyskar: Ch 12