“You have to protect Dunne’s temple.” Aaric runs across the foyer, followed by two exasperated guards. “I have an entire city to protect.” “The temple is outside the walls.” He glances toward the open door. “If that’s where our orders—” “No.” He shakes his head, then seems to fight for words. “You have to protect the temple.” Is he fucking kidding me right now? “Did you make some alliance I’m not aware of?” I ask, backing away. Singling out Zihnal’s temple in the spirit of alliance is something I could understand, but Dunne? So help me Malek, if another Navarrian aristocrat has been making
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