forever have a place at the Torre. Always.”
Yrene put a shaking hand over her own
heart and nodded.
Hafiza squeezed her shoulder and made to
walk back to her patients.
But Yrene said, “What if—”
Hafiza turned, brows rising. “Yes?”
Yrene swallowed. “What if, once I have
settled in Adarlan, and had this babe ... When
the time is right, what if I established my own
Torre here?”
Hafiza cocked her head, as if listening to
the cadence of the statement while it echoed
into her heart. “A Torre Cesme in the North.”
Yrene went on, “In Adarlan. In Rifthold. A
new Torre to replenish what Erawan
destroyed. To teach the children who might
not realize they have the gift, and those who
will be born with it.” Because many of the Fae
streaming in from the battlefield were
lily
(lily)
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