remained at Fenrys’s throat. That it would
spill blood. Maeve’s order of restraint bound
Fenrys too well—along with that strange gift
of his to leap between short distances, as if he
were moving from one room to another.
She’d long since lost hope he’d find some
way to use it, to bear them away from here.
She doubted he’d miraculously reclaim the
ability, should the guard’s sword strike.
Yet if she heeded that voice, if she ran, was
the cost of his life worth her own?
“You’re debating it, aren’t you,” Cairn
hissed in her ear. She could feel his smile
even through the sack blinding her. “If the
wolf’s life is a fair cost to get away.” A
lover’s laugh. “Try it. See how far you get.
We’ve a few minutes of walking left.”
She ignored him. Ignored that voice
whispering to run, run, run.
Step after step, they walked. Her legs
lily
(lily)
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