Aedion gave him a smile that didn’t reach
his eyes. Ren tensed, reading the warning in
that smile. “He bade me to go ahead while he
led the army here.” Lie.
Darrow rolled his eyes, then fixed them
upon Rolfe, who was still frowning at the
shabby castle. “We have you to thank for the
lucky retreat, I take it.”
Rolfe fixed his sea-green stare upon the
man. “That you do.”
Darrow sat again, the other lords following
suit. “And you are?”
“Privateer Rolfe,” the pirate said smoothly.
“Commander in Her Majesty’s Armada. And
Heir to the Mycenian people.”
The other lords straightened. “The
Mycenians vanished an age ago,” Lord Sloane
said. But the man noted the sword at Rolfe’s
side, the sea dragon pommel. Had no doubt
spied the fleet creeping up the Florine.
lily
(lily)
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