Even though he cared little for dancing, Tristan had always been good at it. “Do you keep a woman of your own at the palace?”Startled by her frankness, Tristan took a quick breath. No answer. “Why are we stopping?” Kefira asked.
Minion screamsoccasionally filtered down the Recluse hallways to fade away in the spacious outer ward. But then I heard you castigating yourself. “Hold her by the wrists,” Tristan said. It took three more hours to kill the four others.
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