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“Trueborn Duwead,” the blond smiled as she spoke, “I didn’t imagine I’d see you in our enclave again so soon.”
“Your letter didn’t leave me much choice, Regan.” Liam bowed, and Regan’s smile grew broader.
“You.” Regan pointed to Finn. “You, I’ve met before.”
“Several times, in fact.” Finn bowed. “Don’t worry, I’m used to not being memorable.”
Regan gave a laugh that didn’t sound remotely real and turned to me. “You must be the one I’ve heard whispers about. Rumors of you flit in and out on the wind. A poor little girl who kills great monsters.”
I bit the inside of my lips to keep from speaking.
“Quiet? That, I did not expect.” Regan examined my face. “Arms up. Best to get this over with so you can get wrapped up.”
Finn and I raised our arms, but Liam did not. He turned to face F
