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There was safety to be found in a pack. But a wolf could survive alone, too.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I snarled. “I’m saving the fucking fox!”
He’d left the safety of Cahlish. For her. He’d climbed the mountain. For her. He’d snuck through Irrín and crossed the river. For her.
He must have been tired and ready to give up, but he was still coming. For her. And I was not about to let that little fox die.
He squinted at the smuggler as if he could actually see the stupid on him.
“And the day you save me on a battlefield, I’ll put on a dress and dance a fucking jig.”
“Don’t you know? There isn’t much I wouldn’t sacrifice to make you happy, Osha.
You can own your fantasies with me, Little Osha. There is nothing in this realm or the next that I won’t give to you if you desire it. All you ever need do is ask.
you are Lady of Cahlish.”
I could be dead in the ground five thousand years and the frosts could have taken my bones, and still no other male will ever have loved another female the way that I love you.”
“The injustice! You dream of your girlfriend, you’re healed by her, get laid, and wake up brand-spanking-new. Meanwhile, I dream that I’d been turned into a goat, and I wake up with a mouth drier than the glass flats, covered in suspect pox marks!”
In life, it had been a male. A tall one, with long, warm brown hair that reminded me of Ren’s. Now that I was closer, I could see that there were war braids in his hair—and he was wearing worn, brown leather renegade’s armor as well. My heart skipped a beat at the possibility—was it him?
“You’re a wildfire, Saeris Fane. There’s no controlling you.”
For the first time in Yvelian history, a god sword had entrusted itself into the hands of someone it wasn’t bonded to.
“Kingfisher of the Ajun Gate, I hereby call you by your true name. I declare all oaths you have sworn null and void. Rise, Khydan Graystar Finvarra, in honor of the name you were given at birth! Rise up and fight!”
“Who . . . are you?” Crave choked. “Only . . . half-gods may wield shadows.” Khydan drew in a deep breath, ignoring the male’s question. “I’ve come for a dragon, as is my right. Summon our father. Tell him I’ve come to make a trade.”
