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skin, didn’t care as she collapsed to her knees.
Ansel was already there, slinging her cloak
around her. “Where the hell have you been?”
Even the Queen of the Wastes was pale, her
wine-red hair plastered to her head beneath
the dirt and blood.
Lysandra had no speech left in her. Could
only kneel, clutching the cloak.
“We move an hour before dawn,” Aedion
said, the order a clear dismissal.
Ansel and Galan nodded, peeling out of the
tent. Ren only murmured, “I’ll find you some
food, Lady,” before he exited the tent.
Boots crunched in hay, and then he was
knee to knee before her. Aedion.
There was nothing kind on his face. No pity
or warmth.
For a long minute, they only stared at each
other.
Then the prince growled softly, “Your plan