In a strangely calm voice, Rahela addressed Lord Marius. “You said Lia has no family to intervene. But she does.” Wearing her disaster-defying expression, she turned to Key and placed her hands on his belt. Efficiently, she removed the regulation guard’s sword from its scabbard. He watched her, eyes hooded. “Don’t,” Key breathed. She stepped back. “Trust me. I can fix this.” Key moved fast as a monster in a firelit tale of terror, but the movement ended not in violence but gentleness. His fingertips grasped the edge of her sleeve. “Boss. Let me.” Rahela’s eyes travelled over his face. “I know
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