Gunther held a wizened finger before the woman’seyes. And yet, his bolt struck Faegan’s chair, so—”“Xanthus never intended to kill him,” Tyranny interrupted. He looked again into thedark hood. Everything got to be livid white and purple.
Scowling, he shook his head, then turned to look at the women. We can’t even know whether it’s something theEnvoys of Crysenium would object to. For the first time in a long while, it finally seemed that theirnation had found peace. “It is good to see you, my friend.
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