Lysandra’s hand between both of hers.
“Murtaugh even took me to Caraverre one
afternoon—before it started snowing, I mean.
You must see it. The hills and rivers and
pretty trees, all right up against the
mountains. I thought I spied a ghost leopard
hiding atop the rocks, but Murtaugh said it
was a trick of my mind. But I swear it was one
—even bigger than yours! And the house! It’s
the loveliest house I ever saw, with a walled
garden in the back that Murtaugh says will be
full of vegetables and roses in the summer.”
For a heartbeat, Aedion couldn’t endure the
emotion on Lysandra’s face as Evangeline
prattled off her grand plans for the estate. The
pain of longing for a life that would likely be
snatched away before she had a chance to
claim it.
Aedion turned to Ren, the lord’s gaze
transfixed on Lysandra. As it had been
lily
(lily)
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