Really?”
Sartaq’s dark eyes glittered. “We won the
war, Nesryn Faliq.” He tugged her close. “And
now we shall go home.”
She’d never heard such beautiful words.
Chaol stared at the letter in his hands.
It had arrived an hour ago, and he still
hadn’t opened it. No, he’d just taken it from
the messenger—one of the fleet of children
commanded by Evangeline—and brought it
back to his bedroom.
Seated on his bed, the candlelight
flickering through the worn chamber, he still
couldn’t bring himself to crack the red wax
seal.
The doorknob twisted, and Yrene slipped
in, tired but bright-eyed. “You should be
sleeping.”
“So should you,” he said with a pointed