to look up. “Don’t tell me to run.”
“Never.” Close—they were so close to
Theralis. How fitting it would have been to at
last die on the field where Terrasen had fallen
a decade ago. To have his blood soak into the
earth where so many of the court he’d loved
had died, for his bones to join theirs,
unmarked on the plain.
“I need you to call for aid.”
Ren looked up then. His scarred face was
leaner than it had been weeks ago. When was
the last time any of them had a proper meal?
Or a full night’s rest? Where Lysandra was,
what form she wore, Aedion didn’t know. He
had not sought her out last night, and she had
stayed away from him entirely.
“I’m no one now,” Aedion said, the lines of
soldiers parting for them. Bane and Fae, Silent
Assassin and Wendlynian and Wastes-hailing
soldier alike. “But you are Lord of Allsbrook.
lily
(lily)
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