![]() Someone who wanted to fight for her queen, who believed, as Nik did, that this world could be better.Īs they cleared the other side of the bridge, the soldiers letting them pass without fuss, as they meandered past the line on that side, and emerged onto the plains themselves, Lorcan wondered at that anger-at that belief in a better world. At the inspection, at the leering of the guards.Īn idealist-that’s what Marion was. A slight tang of it, perhaps, but mostly something red-hot, something wild and raging and-Īnger. Not shaking from fear, he realized as he caught a whiff of her scent. Lorcan studied her face again-the hint of red along her high cheekbones, her tight mouth. ![]() ![]() The Acanthus roared beneath them as they crossed the bridge, wagon wheels clattering on ancient stones. ![]() The guards hadn’t so much as questioned them-hadn’t asked after a woman with a limp. ![]()
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