My heart feels no remorse. But as Tristan moved the blade toward Einar’s throat, the consul’s eyes widenedwith horror. Tristan’s plancalled for the highlander riders to charge directly through the spaces between the shrews’undisciplined ranks and kill as many as possible on the first pass. When she read she used to imagine she was the heroine, that the weak brother who went to the bad but was a gentleman
“My ears hear no begging,” Tristan whispered. “See that the Jin’Sai is given the scroll and one of the cut branches,” he ordered. “The Pon Q’tar had so much invested in her…. Being outfoxed by another wizard was hard enough on Faegan’s infamous ego.
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