”Things have come full circle, Tristan thought as he looked at the talented Fledgling. Scowling, she composed herself and grabbed either side of his wornleather vest like she was never going to let go. He was soaked and shivering when he went into thehouse himself, carrying a package of books under his arm. Dried bloodfrom the masquerade ball victims still showed on her hands, forearms, and armor.
For the timebeing their mission was secret, but that would soon change. She told them that some of their fathers might stilllive, serving Serena at the Citadel. Tristan raceddown the hill. ”“Correct,” Faxon answered.
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