But he knew her through the makeup, and she knew him through the scars. Ren whispered, “Sedge?” “Ren.” Surprise scrubbed years from his features, making him young again—as young as they’d ever been. He’d been big for a boy in the rookeries, gangly limbed and rawboned. Whatever grace he’d gained growing into manhood abandoned him now. He lurched to his feet, never taking his gaze from hers. “How… I looked… They said you…” Left. She and Tess had left—because Sedge was dead. Ren saw his body, broken and unmoving in the half-dry canal where Ondrakja threw him. She never would have abandoned him
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