knew her moods, her secret tells. Knew that
the slight tremor in her words was proof of the
raging torrent beneath the beautiful surface.
“Oh, yes,” Evangeline said, pulling away to
beam toward Ren. “He and Lord Murtaugh
brought me here soon after. Fleetfoot’s with
him, by the way. Murtaugh, I mean. She likes
him better than me, because he sneaks her
treats all day. She’s fatter than a lazy house
cat now.”
Lysandra laughed, and Aedion smiled. The
girl had been well cared for.
As if realizing it herself, Lysandra
murmured to Ren, her voice a soft purr,
“Thank you.”
Red tinted Ren’s cheeks as he rose to his
feet. “I thought she’d be safer here than in the
war camp. More comfortable, at least.”
“Oh, it’s the most wonderful place,
Lysandra,” Evangeline chirped, gripping
lily
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