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Better. But not good enough. You were not born to be a fighter, Jeren. You were born to breed noble children and embroider and grace a court with your beauty. Why couldnt you be content with that and a husband like Vertigern? Most women would. Most women would consider that a dream. He could do nothing but obey. Max laughed and pulled her onto his lap. Theyd kept Dakotas memory alive for her. Someday, he would have to tell her everything but not until she was old enough to understand. Lets say good night to Aunt Karen, then we’ll go tell Mommy all about it.THE END The wolf didnt comment on that. She tilted her head to one side and her tongue lolled from her mouth. Jeren clenched the reins until her knuckles turned white. The Fair One turned his gaze on her. His silvery eyes gave no hint of emotion, no fear nor hatred. He had the bearing of a hero. An innate nobility clung to every line of his body. Could he trust them? If thats so, its true for all of us. Rowan squints out through the window. Its cold and black and the rain comes in handfuls. He should probably have walked Snowdrop home, he realises. Should have put on his coat and acted like a grown-up…. What are you doing here? What on earth are you doing here? she babbled. The pain increased, becoming intolerable as Christians voice echoed inside my head.Emma died last night. I buried her out back. His brother was slumped on the ground and Lara rushed to his side and held him, trying to rouse him. It also proves your daughter is alive. Well find him. Gabriel picked up the box of files. So where do we go from here? After hed gone, Max asked, You okay? He studied me, analyzing and not liking what he saw. “If youre sure it isnt Salyer, we can head home on this one. A woman marched down the street, her heels hammering out a steady, echoing rhythm on the concrete. A mother and child hurried past the entrance to the alley. Shed burrowed deep in her coat, eager to be out of the cold, while he chatted excitedly, keeping step at her side. Walking the opposite way, a balding middle-aged man in a brown leather jacket, a cigarette poking from his lips, cast Samara a curious glance. He pressed on, deciding she wasnt worth it. Shan lifted the staff to try again, but Indarin grabbed it from him with a growl. Behind her, Indarin cleared his throat. The Feyna wanted the Holters gone. Especially since Ariah was on the way. But what could she say to those who had come in search of her, who were even now asking for her help? She was a Scion of Jern, after all. She had not taken the vow to protect her people as Gilliad had—standing in the Great Hall of River Holt while the Alviron Falls thundered away beneath him, as countless others of their line had done—but she felt its bindings nonetheless. Her father had always maintained that honour could not be shirked, that duty was all. They were her people, the people she came from, those who had cared for her and her family, who supported them, fed them, clothed them, and the same people who in return it was her duty to serve. The Scions of Jern protected the people of River Holt with their actions, from the diplomatic to the martial. The simplest of exchanges really, with the trappings of nobility, pomp and ceremony stripped away. She owed them. Just say it. Now! She grabbed his arm and channelled everything she had into him. Does Karen think Im dangerous?.