bring them within a hundred miles of Morath
... No, she’d never allow it.
Dorian kept his face blandly pleasant, a
hand resting on the eye-shaped pommel of
Damaris. “This camp has no clues about
where they went?”
He knew they hadn’t the faintest notion.
Knew it, but waited for their answer anyway,
trying not to grip Damaris’s pommel too hard.
“No,” Manon said with a hint of a growl.
Yet Damaris gave no answer beyond a faint
warmth in the metal. He didn’t know what
he’d expected: some verifying hum of power,
a confirming voice in his mind.
Certainly not the unimpressive whisper of
heat.
Heat for truth; likely cold for lies. But—at
least Gavin had spoken true about the blade.
He shouldn’t have doubted it, considering the
god Gavin still honored.
lily
(lily)
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