tightening. “Which is why we need you.”
Chaol must have realized the plan before
his king. Because her husband whirled to her,
shield and sword hanging at his sides. “You
can’t.”
Elide quickly, succinctly, explained their
reckless, mad idea. The Lady of Perranth’s
idea.
Yrene tried not to shake. Tried not to
tremble as she realized that they were, indeed,
about to do this.
But Elide merely climbed onto the shifter’s
leathery back and beckoned the king to
follow. And Dorian, to his credit, did not
hesitate.
Yet Chaol dropped his sword and shield to
the bloody stones, and gripped Yrene’s face
between his hands. “You can’t,” he said again,
voice breaking. “You can’t.”
Yrene put her hands atop Chaol’s and
lily
(lily)
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