I know that I should not have gone, not until my injuries were fully healed, but go I did.
Davick came to me, telling a tale of something he had seen along the road. In true Davick-style, he took great delight in bearing such news, rubbing it in to make my wound that much more raw. The light in his eye as he spoke the details made me feel sick to my stomach; that he could take so much pleasure from my pain is unfathomable.
He has proven himself untrustworthy on certain issues, however, and thus I am not certain whether or not to truly believe him. On the one hand, he thought Drevorin and I to be a thing of the past, thus he gains nothing from telling a lie in this. One the other hand, he made his intentions to me plain some time ago; he will stop at nothing to ensure that my love and I never reconcile. Perhaps, thus far frustrated in his efforts to slay Drevorin, he feeds me lies to make certain that I never accept his enemy back into my life and heart.
Whatever Davicks reasons, it matters little. What does matter is the truth. I cannot bear to sit in this house, resting and hiding from the world, whilst such questions clatter around inside my head like a herd of horses upon rocky ground. I need to know what really happened and, pain or not, I am going to find him, confront him, and find out.
Can it be true, though? Could anyone possibly stoop so low?
