“You ruined everything.” His words were colder than the wind outside. “You, and her.” Lysandra closed her eyes. Hay rustled, and she knew he’d risen to his feet, knew it as his words speared from above her bowed head. “Get out of my tent.” She wasn’t certain she could move enough to obey, though she wished to. Needed to. Fight back. She should fight back. Rage at him as he lashed at her, needing an outlet for his fear and despair. Lysandra opened her eyes, peering up at him. At the rage on his face, the hatred. She managed to stand, her body bleating in pain. Managed to look him in the eye,
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