Hehad to return to Crysenium—perhaps for all time. Looking over, he saw Tyranny surreptitiously slipone hand beneath the folds of her gown. “Because he feels responsible for her death,” Wigg answered. When he opened them, hisexpression softened.
HIS burned chest and abdomen hurt like blazes. “The Conclave againnumbers ten souls,” he said. When his patrol was attacked, he and some others had stayed behind, trying to buy time for Axeland Valgard to warn the fleet. Elegantly carved furniture and brightly patterned rugs graced her view, and eveningbirds could be heard warbling just beyond the exquisite wrought-iron balcony railing.
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