“It was blessed by the All-Seeing One
himself, after I swore myself to him.” Gavin
shrugged, a half-tamed gesture. As if the man
had never really left the wilds of Adarlan
where he’d risen from war leader to High
King. “You’ll still have to learn for yourself
what is truth and what is lie.”
“But Damaris will help me find the key at
Morath?” To break into Erawan’s stronghold,
where all those collars were made ...
Gavin’s mouth tightened. “I cannot say.
But I will tell you this: do not venture toward
Morath just yet. Until you are ready.”
“I’m ready now.” A fool’s lie. Gavin knew
it, too. It was an effort not to touch his neck,
the pale band forever marring his skin.
“Morath is no mere keep,” Gavin said. “It
is a hell, and it is not kind to reckless young
men.” Dorian stiffened, but Gavin went on,
“You will know when you are truly ready.
lily
(lily)
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