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him that time. Than what he was in the end.”
She gripped his hand and squeezed. “I
know.”
The last of the mists vanished. Fenrys
asked quietly, “Do you want me to tell you
about it?”
He didn’t mean his brother.
She shook her head. “I know enough.” She
surveyed her cold, blistered hands. “I know
enough,” she repeated.
He stiffened, a hand going to the sword at
his side. Not at her words, but—
Rowan dove from the skies, a full-out
plunge.
He shifted a few feet from the ground,
landing with a predator’s grace as he ran the
last steps toward them.
Goldryn sang as she unsheathed it.
“What?”
Her mate just pointed to the skies.