But she kept doing it, the curtsying, even
when her legs trembled. Couldn’t stop herself.
Kyllian’s messenger had met her at the
castle stairs, and now waited for Darrow’s
reply. It was as close to the fighting as she’d
gotten. Not that being up here was any better.
Pressing herself against the stones of the
tower wall, Evangeline let Darrow read the
letter. The Crochans and wyverns were so
much closer up here. This high, she stood on
their level, the world a blur below. Evangeline
laid her palms flat against the icy stones, as if
she could draw some strength from them.
Even with the roar of battle, she heard
Darrow declare to the other lords, “Aedion has
been wounded.”
Evangeline’s stomach dropped, nausea—
oily and thick—surging. “Is he all right?”
The two other lords ignored her, but
Darrow looked her way. “He has lost
lily
(lily)
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