Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King, #2)

by Rachel Gillig

expressions were few. But her eyes held a tell. Elm might have studied her face more, had Wicker not been gripping his sword. “Stay your hand, Destrier,” he said. Gorse’s hand dropped to

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she’d leave her family’s home and travel the forest road. If she’d look back. She didn’t.

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