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nd of shouting and the flickering glare o
He must have pulled me close in his unconscious state. A strang
of men in the Kensington family g
d immediately ran to his side. "Lo
guards grabbed me roughly, hauling me to my feet. Th
at me with murder in his eyes. "Who are y
et a chanc
, stand
of absolute authority. He had woken up. See
rew his sword and bowed his head. "M
His silver-gray eyes met mine, then
me, their expressions shifting f
had begun to close, and the dark, scaly marks on his
se. Then he gave his orders to Corbin. "Deal with the assassin
e approached the cave. I heard a
mi
g on me and the powerful stranger I was with. His face in
him as if to protect me, clearly n
s voice dripping with possessivene
n of cold, utter contempt, as if observing
is voice like ice. "Open your eyes and see who you are
ce. His expression froze, a mixtur
Uncle?" h
r a final moment, a silent acknowledgment passing betwee
zen, still reeli
rching glances, but he said nothing. He was undoubtedly trying to figure out how I, the wo
bination of blood loss, exhaustion, and extre
t Damien lift me into his arms. His movements
e wasn't worried about me. He was afraid o
earn a shred of his pity, but a single sentence
nt his consideration. I wanted to see hi
, I was in my own
been a nightmare. But the dark bruise on my wrist where Caspian ha
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