Almost everyoneBlades719else had fled. But she touched her lips with her tongue. His intensity was unnerving, an avalanche poised to fall, held back by a thread. Morgase could not take her eyes away.
He held up his hand, thumb and forefinger nearly touching to show how far. The sound of their boots on the floor tiles echoed, a hollow foreboding march, and Perrin did not think it was so to his ears alone. He had tucked a thumb behind the buckle of his sword belt, a Dragon etched and gilded, and his knuckles were white from gripping it; his other hand worked on the dark boarhide of his sword hilt. Thank you.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.