Loche’s hand tightened over her own, and her head whipped back to his. “He will kill you, Lessia. But that doesn’t mean this will end. The rebels are not under his command. And the Oakgards’ Fae coming here still need a place to live. The curse is merely an excuse for Rioner to keep Vastala as he prefers it.” “He is right,” Merrick gritted, although Lessia could tell it was somewhat grudgingly.
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