only a few words before Kyllian turned
toward Aedion and lifted a hand in farewell.
Aedion raised one in answer, and then
Lysandra shifted again. When she landed on
the ship, returning to her human form and
snatching up the cloak, it was to Ansel that
she walked.
In silence, the shifter laid a hand on the
queen’s armored shoulder. Ansel didn’t so
much as glance up.
Aedion asked Rolfe, “How many of those
firelances do you have?”
The Pirate Lord drew his gaze from Ansel
to the black mass fading behind them. His
mouth tightened. “Not enough to outlast a
siege.”
And even the firelances would do nothing,
absolutely nothing, once the witch towers
reached Orynth’s walls.
lily
(lily)
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