Assar
Assar watched as Oksana screamed her frustration and fury at the night sky. He considered warning her to keep her voice down, but figured in the state she was in, it would be useless. He didn’t know who Keshov was, but she obviously did.
“Who is Keshov?”
Oksana gnashed her teeth and replied, “My sniveling worthless brother!”
Assar raised his eyebrow in surprise at that revelation. Her own brother had murdered their parents. No wonder she was so infuriated.
“What would have been his motive?”
Oksana spit to the side in disgust as she said, “That craven scum was always jealous of mine and my sister’s accomplishments. It was no secret that he had coveted the position of clan heir. That honor was bestowed upon me though. That bastard never missed an opportunity to whine about the supposed loss of his birthright!”