“Last I looked, boy, I was still Lord of Anielle. You gladly turned your back on it. Twice.” “You have Terrin.” “Terrin’s a scholar. Why do you think I sent him away with his mother like a nursing babe?” His father sneered. “Have you come back to bleed for Anielle, then? To bleed for this city at last?” “Don’t you talk to him like that,” Yrene said with dangerous calm. His father ignored her. But Yrene stepped up to Chaol’s side once more. “I am the heir apparent to the Healer on High of the Torre Cesme. I came at your son’s behest, back to the lands of my birth, to help in this war, along
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