His oldest sister. Who had been butchered
along with Rallen, the middle Allsbrook
sibling, at the magic academy they’d attended.
Near the border with Adarlan, the school had
been directly in the path of invading troops.
Even before magic fell, they would have
had few defenses against ten thousand
soldiers. Aedion didn’t let himself often
remember the slaughter of Devellin—that
fabled school. How many children had been
there. How none had escaped.
Ren had been close to both his elder sisters,
but to high-spirited Rose most of all.
“She would have liked her,” Ren clarified,
jerking his chin toward Evangeline. Scarred,
Aedion realized, as Ren was. The slash down
Ren’s face had been earned while escaping the
butchering blocks, his parents’ lives the cost
of the diversion that got him and Murtaugh
out. Evangeline’s scars hailed from a different
lily
(lily)
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