“Can’t you have some mercy on me?”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
Corrin glanced over her shoulder at Jeremiah, whose brown eyes looked darker as he took in her leaning over the table. She gave a shake of her head and turned back to the map she was looking over with Silas. “Look, it couldn’t happen that way,” she argued. “There’s no way mounted soldiers could get from here”–she moved her finger across the page–“to here.”
Silas shook his head. “They did, though. That’s exactly how it reads in the text.”
“Then, the text is wrong. It just couldn’t have happened.”
Jeremiah laughed. “Are you two seriously arguing about a fictional world? Isn’t the point that an author can make it work however they want?”
“Not if it doesn’t make sense,” Corrin insisted. “And this doesn’t.”
Jeremiah laughed and shook his head. “Well, maybe you can pick up the argument later. You two are usually pretty good at picking up where you left it. “But, right now, we’re going to be late if we don’t get moving.”
Corrin practically jumped back from the table. She’d almost forgotten about the birthday party. “I’m ready, I just need to grab the gift.”
She hurried off to Jeremiah’s room to get that, but slowed when she heard Silas say, “You’ve got it bad, Jer.”
“Jealous?” Jeremiah asked.
Silas’ voice was almost too low for her to hear, but the whispered words still had her pausing to look over her shoulder. And she almost swore it looked like the two men were ready to devour each other. Well, now. She practically fanned herself as she headed into the bedroom to grab the wrapped present out of the closet. Things around here could get really interesting.
This is Day 15 of Just Jot It January and the prompt was “mercy”. That first line has been floating through my head since I saw the prompt, or at least variations of it. And I’m pretty sure Corrin is right. Things are going to get interesting. 😀