Those treasures were stolen from the village they destroyed. The
man pulled out a carved wooden horse and the two boys grabbed it at the
same time. They pulled at it, fighting for possession.

Zane’s carving. He shook his head and looked away, fighting tears. His
son’s skilled fingers could carve any image. He’d inherited his mother’s
slender hands.

Sweet revenge just became sweeter.

Author: Jennifer M. Zeiger