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Sun-Wheel Holistic Therapy Retreat, Monahdliath Mountains, Imverness Khain knelt down, that awful smile still twisting Gilliads mouth. Leaning over her, he pressed his body to hers, his hands making light work of her clothing. She closed her eyes against him, her teeth biting the inside of her mouth, blood choking her. No. Devyn looked away again and his voice calmed, a hint of pride edging back in. No, youre right. Shes True Blood, a Scion of Jern. I wanted to ask—I want to join the militia, Vertigerns men. Rowan regards her, wondering if he should defend himself. He catches Snowdrops eye and she gives a little shake of the head. It doesnt matter. Theyre both writers, in this together. I doubt Ive felt so content in all that time, Shan replied, curious as to where this was going. And yet— He sighed. A weight of foreboding settled over him, drawn by Indarins dark mood perhaps. Or of the thoughts that came unbidden of how much he had to lose now. “I still fearthe future.” He picked out Jerens form as she crossed the Feyna part of the camp. “I fear I’ll lose her. And if I do...” I have a feeling this isnt a social call, Chrome said. So have a seat and tell me what you want. Yes. If for no other reason than to humor me, okay? Arms encircled her, strong and yet gentle. For a moment her heart leaped in wild and unbounded joy as she was wrapped in an embrace. But it wasnt Shan. Forensics did a crappy job. Two bodies up there. Both female from the clothing. He brushed off spiderwebs and sighed. I believe its your grandmother and your mother. Chapter One Violet, says Rowan, quietly. He locks eyes with Sumaira. Explain it to me like Im an idiot. Explain like you would to a six-year-old child off his tits on Calpol. Im Catherine, well, Kitty – actually, thats a pet name, so not everybody knows me as that, so Catherines fine…, her eyes dart from one to the other, all nervous energy. Raindrops fall from her coat onto the burgundy wool of an expensive rug. We’ve met, I think, she says to Serendipity. And this is your daughter, I presume. Snowdrop, yes? What a lovely name. And what a lovely young girl. She and Imogen here are going to be such friends, I’m sure.” Are you... are you still in there? asked Indarin, his eyes trailing over Shans marked body before fixing on the blackness of his eyes. Studying him, trying to see the man he had known. Sorry? Because she was a Scion of Jern, that was why. Because if nothing else, her people needed her, now more than ever. Because…because she could not give up, even though she had lost everything for which she wanted to live. FIRST EDITION.