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myself. Stay here, and ready the ruks to fly.
Tomorrow, if possible. A day or two at most.”
He gestured to Hasar. “Dock the ships and
lead the troops inland, as swiftly as they can
march.”
Yrene’s eyes turned wary, well aware of
what and whom he would face in Anielle. The
homecoming he had never pictured, certainly
not under these circumstances.
“I’m coming with you,” his wife said.
He squeezed her hand again, as if to say,
I’m not at all surprised to hear that.
Yrene squeezed right back.
Sartaq and Hasar nodded, and Nesryn
opened her mouth as if she’d object, but
nodded, too.
They’d leave tonight, under cover of
darkness. Finding Dorian again would have to
wait. Yrene chewed on her lip, no doubt
calculating what they’d need to pack, what to