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Lord of the Westerlands
This was the third time Gabrianna had tried to open her eyes. At first it had been the invisible weight lying atop her lids. But then, once that lifted, the disorientation took hold. The fear spread its tendrils. The sense of having lost all aspect of time and space followed, and knowing that both fears were entirely founded, because she had lost these things and might never get them back.
The last thing Gabi remembered was talking to that boy with the beautiful hair. Kael. A Medvedev. With his striking violet hair and the hawk that answered to him alone. He’d come when she was feeling at her most hopeless, and even at the time she recognized that as the reason she’d eventually agreed to follow. The Sullen Siblings were too foolish to be afraid of him, but as
