“What makes you think you have a right to tell me who I will or will not marry?” she demanded as Arlen approached her. “Know your prospective bridegroom a lot better than you,” Arlen said. “You were gone much longer, I was coming to save you.” Leesha felt another flare of anger and didn’t bother to hide it. “I didn’t need saving.” “This time,” Arlen said. “Don’t be fooled by the silk pillows and fancy manners. Krasians come to you with smiles, but there are fangs beneath. Ahmann Jardir most of all.” “Who are you, to speak so familiarly of my holy father?” Amanvah demanded. Arlen turned to the
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