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nd of shouting and the flickering glare o

He must have pulled me close in his unconscious state. A strang

of men in the Kensington family g

d immediately ran to his side. "Lo

guards grabbed me roughly, hauling me to my feet. Th

at me with murder in his eyes. "Who are y

et a chanc

, stand

of absolute authority. He had woken up. See

rew his sword and bowed his head. "M

His silver-gray eyes met mine, then

me, their expressions shifting f

had begun to close, and the dark, scaly marks on his

se. Then he gave his orders to Corbin. "Deal with the assassin

e approached the cave. I heard a

mi

g on me and the powerful stranger I was with. His face in

him as if to protect me, clearly n

s voice dripping with possessivene

n of cold, utter contempt, as if observing

is voice like ice. "Open your eyes and see who you are

ce. His expression froze, a mixtur

Uncle?" h

r a final moment, a silent acknowledgment passing betwee

zen, still reeli

rching glances, but he said nothing. He was undoubtedly trying to figure out how I, the wo

bination of blood loss, exhaustion, and extre

t Damien lift me into his arms. His movements

e wasn't worried about me. He was afraid o

earn a shred of his pity, but a single sentence

nt his consideration. I wanted to see hi

, I was in my own

been a nightmare. But the dark bruise on my wrist where Caspian ha