trembling Evangeline up to their chamber.
What the morning would bring, only the gods
knew.
Perhaps the gods had abandoned them
again, now that their only way to return home
had been locked up in an iron box. Or focused
their efforts entirely on Dorian Havilliard.
Ren heaved out a long breath. “This is it,
isn’t it. There’s no one left to come to our
aid.”
“It won’t be a pretty end,” Aedion
admitted, leaning against the mantel.
“Especially once they get that third tower
operational again.”
They wouldn’t have another chance to
surprise Morath now.
He jerked his chin at the young lord. “You
should get some rest.”
“And you?”
Aedion just stared into the flame.
lily
(lily)
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