were assembling a broken mirror that might
reveal the world beyond.
Apparently, it had been three days since the
battle. And the rest of the khagan’s army, led
by Prince Kashin, his third-eldest son, had
arrived.
It was that tidbit that had her rising fully to
consciousness, a hand sliding to Rowan’s arm.
A caress of a touch, just to see how deeply the
rejuvenating sleep held him. Three days,
they’d slept here, unaware of the world. A
dangerous, vulnerable time for any magic-
wielder, when their bodies demanded a deep
sleep to recover from expending so much
power.
That was another sliver she’d picked up:
Gavriel sat outside their door. In mountain
lion form. People drew quiet when they
approached, not realizing that as soon as they
passed him, their whispers of That strange,
lily
(lily)
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