‘Go, quickly, someone will get you to safety,’ I say, and once they’re gone I cast around for any sign of Bronn. My eyes fall on someone else instead. Looking as gorgeous as the day we met, his unkempt appearance only improving on perfection, my fiancé is helping an elderly couple towards the boats. Well, that explains the presence of the King’s Fleet then. As if he can sense my eyes on him, Torin looks up and meets my gaze.
