Chapter 32 Targeting the Golden Fox

Morwenna’s heart skipped a beat. She forced a short, dismissive laugh. "I am not clairvoyant, Your Grace."

"You flipped backward off a galloping horse," Corwin pointed out, his tone flat and unyielding. "You are a noblewoman from the capital. You have never trained in acrobatics, let alone combat e...

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