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Nothing was going to make Shan bow down. Nothing. They were determined to shut her away—Holter and Feyna. It galled her to admit it, for she knew they meant well, but what they called protection was starting to feel a lot like imprisonment. Hed said it with a twinkle but there was no disguising the note of regret in his voice. They both know shes safe with him. Both know she wouldnt give a damn what anybody had to say, even if he was to chance his arm. Handle it however you want to. Just make sure they all know. Gabriel picked up a folder, leaned back in his chair, and placed his feet on the desk. Make me a copy of everything weve got on the Clarks and Angelina, and dont let them give you any flack downstairs. After this case is over, Ill put in a word for you with the chief. He smiled. “Now close the door behind you.” Oh you do, do you? Indarin interrupted. Hes a murderer, a defiler, a rapist…hes a curse. Jerens hands moved faster than he could see, slapping his arms away with unnatural strength. When she spoke, her voice was all Scion of Jern. Nothing of his wife remained in the tones. They, of course, shook it off.Its to be expected, Indarin assured her. “Pay it no mind. They know we can fight and that we fight for you. That will be enough. Just talk to her! You think shes switched personalities? Chriss tone changes. Ah, thats a sad one, Rowan. Poor lass. But Im so proud of her. She’s fighting it so bravely …, I was hoping for something sooner, Warren said. Its sort of an urgent matter. Jenna glared at him.I didnt lie. I have some papers to file. She held the door open, and he sashayed through before she slammed it. “What do you want to know? Its fascinating. Would love to be able to go on one of these journeys with you some time. With strength he didnt know he possessed, he tore himself free, knocking his captors aside, snarling in victory and rushed to worship her. His Jeren. She gathered river jasmine and red roses from the gardens, fashioning a wreath to take to her parents tomb. The catacombs wound their way through the cliffs below the Citadel, a labyrinth of alcoves and chambers housing the dead of River Holt. I brought it for you. Its your birthright, Jeren. The creature laughed, her illusions tumbling to the snow like the spring thaw. Environment has a lot to do with how we turn out. Your grandmother raised her to believe that outer appearances were all that mattered. Everything had to be clean and pristine white. Her mind was damaged. I cant be your fucking bridge forever! Both bedrooms clear, Gabriel called back. Is there an attic?.