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Elves Weaving Pure Silver at the Loom
Aylen Wynter fascinated Storm. Or, as she learned, Aylen Dereham. They’d quietly married in a small ceremony at the Sepulchre. They’d yet to notify their families. Even at the Sepulchre, Aylen carried on with the name her father gave her.
One of the defining truths of Storm’s life was the pride she felt in the way the world saw her. To her father, she was a fair replacement for the son who had been lost in the world and presumed dead, strong and capable. To her friends, especially The Hidden Crew, she was a natural leader, and always the first to exemplify bravery. Before Brandyn had witnessed her kill two men, he’d been mesmerized by her, in all the ways that made her feel whole.
Storm didn’t know if she was pretty. She’d never given it more th
