A wicked wave of relief crashed over Heimir, and as he stood over the last dead body, he breathed for…
The work that had piled up in his absence was closer to killing Veremund than any of the beatings he'd…
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Aesira didn't let herself have hope. It was bad enough she'd let herself have Ulkos. If she had any hope…
Veremund was haunted. He could have kissed her. He'd almost kissed her. If he had, surely this would be over.…