Alyx’s eyes darted between us. “Yes, well, we should take our seats, Elspeth, my parents—” I put a hand on Alyx’s arm. “You’ve been very sweet, Alyx. But I told the Yews I’d sit with them this evening. Isn’t that right, Captain?” Alyx stalled, midstep. Ravyn ran a hand over his jaw, hiding his expression. “Indeed.” Alyx pressed his hand over mine, trapping it against his arm. “I have your father’s permission, Elspeth.” “But not mine,” I said, more forceful this time. “Now, if you please—” Alyx made like he was going to protest, his mouth open, brow knit. But an icy look from Ravyn was enough
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