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He cradled Kallum’s cheeks in shaking palms and pulled the man toward him. When their lips touched, the warmth pushed back the dread of what awaited.
“I am Rhoren Balsalor, son of Dhorian Balsalor… though some call me Bloodbane.”
Kallum sat next to Rhoren on the arm of the chair, and their fingers interlocked. As much as he ached, Rhoren found that the pain was the least of his concerns. Somehow, he’d found his people far away from everything he’d ever known, and in the end, the one thing that had defined him for so long didn’t seem to matter much at all.
