“He fought you.” Not quite a question.
“He never bowed. Not completely.” Dorian
was stunned enough that he opened his mouth.
But Erawan began walking again and said
without looking back, “You ask many
questions, Vernon. A great many questions. I
find them tiresome.”
Dorian bowed, even with Erawan’s back to
him. But the Valg king continued on, opening
the tower door to reveal a lightless interior,
and shut it behind him.
A clock chimed midnight, off-kilter and
odious, and Dorian strode back down the hall,
finding another route to Maeve’s chambers. A
quick shift in a shadowed alcove had him
scuttling along the floor again, his mouse’s
eyes seeing well enough in the dark.
Only embers remained in the fireplace
when he slid beneath the door.
In the dark, Maeve said from the bed, “You
lily
(lily)
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