“Luck,” she breathed, but Aren shook his head. “There were hundreds of them. And Ahnna said the biggest swam right up next to you, looked, then swam away. Over and over again. They killed every single soldier in the water, but not you. And no one is calling you the traitor queen any longer.” A hot tear trickled down Lara’s face, because she was true to Ithicana. She loved this kingdom and she loved its people, but . . . “It will take more than myths and legends for the people to grant me their forgiveness, Aren.”
