“Faile is a Hunter of the Horn, too. Do you know this Lord Luc, Faile?” “I have had enough,” she announced. Perrin frowned as she stood and came around the table to him. Seizing his head, she pulled his face into her midriff. “Your mother is dead,” she said quietly. “Your father is dead. Your sisters are dead, and your brother. Your family is dead, and you cannot change it. Certainly not by dying yourself. Let yourself grieve. Don’t hold it inside where it can fester.” He took her by the arms, meaning to move her, but for some reason his hands tightened till that grip was the only thing
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