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n Jord
the silk of my white gown whisperin
ng, hundreds of pairs of eyes pressing int
fires had been
rd Harper Car
ean pain was an anchor in the rising tide of hu
ent went through
e, sharp and foolish, p
ath through the assembled n
dy Hettie Conway. Her smile was sickeningly sw
ing silks, the whispers-vanished. All I could hear was the f
of what was supposed tobe my sacred moment. They were wa
mix of pity and pride. "Cousin," she purred, her voic
e was a dagger, twiste
uld hear. She tilted her head, showing off the necklace she wore. The starlight pendant. The
uture to me just last week. His face held no gu
voice cold and dismiss
othal is
sudden silence. I was now official
delicious, hidden delight of the crowd. A scan
raight. I would not
"Lord Carney," I said, my voice steady. "I
t, there is noth
ered. She had expec
think you are?" he sneered, his voice laced with venom. "You're a d
. There was not
, on the life that had j
ng for an escape. My gaze snagged on a figure standing alone in
a stark cut of darkness agai
e clearly, but I could see his eyes.
It held no pity, no mockery. It was a deep, searing regard that see
my heart steadied. It was like finding a solid pie
e only other person in the room, the
lling to let me have the last word. "A dragonless nobody
ltered for
eing the whispers, the st
ollowed me, a brand of he
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