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Kian
Eavan thrashed inside her bindings. She’d heard Valen’s warning, but everything within her fought against this unfair restraint. The rough sack they’d shoved over her head scratched at her delicate skin, and she couldn’t be certain, but she thought she smelled the distinct coppery scent of fresh blood. Kian would not stand for this. Kian would make them all pay for this slight, which could have been so easily avoided had the guards bothered to only listen to what she was saying. Oh, how angry he’d be when he learned of their rough handling!
It was all so unnecessary. She tried again to tell them on the ride to wherever they were going. We were coming here all along. There’s no need for bindings! We will come willingly. None answered her, except Valen, who reminded her there was
