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The librarian shakes her head.Sadly not. There are some lovely baked good though – we all chip in for the buffet. Theres always a bottle open and were enthusiastic. Weve published two anthologies, short stories and poems. We had one gentleman, a crime writer from Preston, he was drunk before he even arrived. He was very indiscreet about his day job. Solicitor for the Crown Prosecution Service! He was quite the scamp. We had a wonderful evening. I ve asked Jo to sound you about it but when I didn’t hear back I presumed you weren’t up to it. She glances at his hands. “Sore? Brightlings Dale was as much a smudge on the landscape as Jeren remembered. The moment it came into view, Shans mood—poor already—darkened. Anala had died here, the brave wolf trying to save them both. Jeren thought of her pelt, stored now in the luggage her retinue pulled behind them. She wasnton horseback, for no lady of the Holtlands rode astride a beast and now she was back in the Holtlands, back to being the lady once more, even that small freedom was no longer allowed. She sat in an open wagon that they could pretend was a carriage. Shan sat less easy beside her. She reached out for him as often as she could, touching him for reassurance, to show her love, but she wasn’t sure it helped. He was like a caged animal, her wolf. Tense, angry, waiting. She hit him again. What do you mean? the Ariah snapped. She got a card telling her to meet him there and hed turn himself in and confess to everything. Rowan flashes a smile.Willing to share? And? In one sense, nothing had changed about the camp other than its location. The layout was the same; the same groups camped together, travelled together, trained together. And yet it felt like a different world. Shan knew the change lay in him, not in the world around him. And in his relationship with Jeren. You are not my mistress! Cautiously, as if afraid to touch her, Indarin wrapped his fingers around hers.Yours is a magic born of healing, of life, not death. Yours is the stronger magic by far. You dont need to kill or maim someone to take them out of a fight. What if they were to simply fall asleep instead? Shan waited outside, stopping those who would have paid condolences to Doria and keeping a close eye on little Jerryl. After a while, she came to nestle at his side and, finally, she fell asleep. When Jeren came out, her face was bleak, but softened at the sight. Gilliad bared his teeth in a vile grin.You wait, Shan. Haledren nearly frightened Jeren out of her wits. At first I thought thats why she ran. Youll give the wordmad a new definition when Im finished with you. And then, and only then, I’ll give you back to my beloved sister and see what she makes of you. Were going to Grandmas house. She turned and smiled at me. Youll have to be very quiet and very clean while we’re there. No playing outside. He held out his hand.You need some rest, and so do I. We need to be ready to change our plans when Christian calls. Shan stayed where he stood. To move would be suicide. The guards were just waiting for an excuse to bring him down. Theyd probably mount his head on the walls of River Holt. He remembered Gilliad all too well, and he appeared to have shaken his tentative sanity looser in the intervening years. Death had not worried him seconds ago, but now, with Jeren touching him, he froze. He didnt want to die. But he wasnt sure he wanted to live either. Jeren shared Gilliad’s cursed blood. That explained the magic, he supposed. And he couldn’t leave her now, to Gilliad’s mercy. Even though she too was what they called True Blood. Makes my skin crawl. And the magic within me revolts. She wrapped her hand around the hilt and took it back. She snatched the art knife from between her knees..