Einar cleared his throat. Grinning widely, Rafe slapped Tristan on the back. The azure fogimploded, leaving us somewhere in the Borderlands and short of our true destination. Looking west again, by this time he could barely see the fleet.
Watching the army as best he could, he tried to estimate itssize. She thenreached into her pocket, removed the lock of Tristan’s hair, and also dropped it into the pot. She was a plump rosycheeked girl, strong as a boy and afraid of nothing. “That seems so obvious.
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