Chapter 9 The Knot

"You saw it," Elysande said. "The stamp on Marek's arm. You stood in that room and let her call me a liar."

Dacien did not turn from the window of his study. It was six in the morning, the lamps were still lit, and his bandaged right hand rested on the sill, useless and stiff.

"She never calle...

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