Ildiko was still awake and greeted Serovek with a wide smile and outstretched hands when he entered the great hall. “Welcome, my lord! It’s good to see you at Saggara.” He caught her hands in his and bowed. Wavy dark hair spilled down in a curtain, hiding his face and Ildiko’s fingers. Brishen went rigid. This man had rescued him, and Brishen owed him a life debt, but he found it hard to squelch the jealousy rising within him or the suspicion that behind the hair, Serovek might have kissed Ildiko’s slender fingers. Serovek straightened. “The fair hercegesé,” he said. Brishen’s hand flexed
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