We’d just appeared in the mud outside the little house when Cassian drawled from behind us, “Well, it’s about time.” The savage, wild snarl that ripped out of Rhys was like nothing I’d heard, and I gripped his arm as he whirled on Cassian. Cassian looked at him and laughed. But the Illyrian warriors in the camp began shooting into the sky, hauling women and children with them. “Hard ride?” Cassian tied back his dark hair with a worn strap of leather. Preternatural quiet now leaked from Rhys where the snarl had erupted a moment before. And rather than see him turn the camp to rubble I said,
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