Wren
Selene didn't kill him.
I want that written down first, because it's the part that matters. Her knife took Kellan low through the shoulder, turned his charge, and put him in the dirt at her feet, screaming, alive. She stood over the man she'd once laughed with behind my bedroom door, the man who'd spent them both like coins, and I watched her hand shake on the knife, and I watched her choose.
"You're not worth carrying," she said finally, and stepped back, and let Darius's warriors take him in chains.
That was Kellan's end, in the end. No duel. No last speech. He was dragged out of the lodge weeping, not from the wound, from the bucket, hauled past the burning wreck of the only promise he'd ever believed in, and the last I saw of Kellan Vayne that night was a man being loaded onto
