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homecoming meant.
She’d never forget the memory she’d
witnessed of the father who had thrown him
down the stone steps a few levels below,
granting Chaol the hidden scar just past his
hairline. A child. He’d hurled a child down
those stairs and forced him to make his way to
Rifthold on foot.
She doubted her second impression of her
father-in-law would be any better.
Certainly not as a gaunt-faced man
appeared in a gray tunic and said, “Come this
way.”
No title, no honorific. No welcome.
Yrene tightened her grip around Chaol’s
hand. They had come to warn the people of
this city—not the bastard who had left such
brutal scars upon her husband’s soul. Those
people deserved the warning, the protection.
Yrene reminded herself of that fact as they