The following is a TwitFic Edition Short Story featuring Gavriel and Vi. It appears here almost exactly as it did on Twitter. One Tweet was posted per day.
TTH1 – Gavriel quirked his left eyebrow. “You call that a sword?” Vi tossed her hair. “You call those magic hands?” G: Bytche V: Quean #GnV
TTH2 – The bandits should not have been such a challenge. G: You’re getting soft. V: You’re already there. G: Just frisk them for loot. #GnV
TTH3 – The assassin struck without warning. Vi struck back, with extreme prejudice. The assassin revised his fee before blacking out. #GnV
TTH4 – There was a reason they called her the Blushing Violent of Vyne behind her back, Gavriel reflected. And that was it. #GnV
TTH5 – V: Who sent you? The assassin spat in her face. Gavriel sighed. The assassin screamed. Vi’s voice got sweeter. V: Who sent you? #GnV
TTH6 – He caved in minutes. A: Your mother! She sent me! Vi went deathly still. V: My mother? A: Yes, I swear. Please, just stop. #GnV
TTH7 – G: Oh that’s sweet. V: What? G: She remembered your birthday. V: I told you we weren’t discussing it. G: Fine. #GnV
TTH8 – Quiet reigned as they ransacked the remaining bandits for loot. When Gavriel wasn’t looking, Vi smiled. “Thanks, mom.” #GnV
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