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The Dark Contents of His Heart
Darrick hadn’t always been the heir apparent. And, depending on which version of the truth one believed, he wasn’t the first son Khain had killed.
Anabella repeated this thought as she tried, failing, to listen to Stefan’s colorful story about pirates circling in the White Sea. She repeated it because her memory wasn’t all that was sliding away from her in the sky dungeon, but it was the one thing connecting her to the world she’d come from.
Her hands shook, so she buried them in her tattered gown, smiling through her tears at Stefan’s animated joy.
Anabella rarely heard news of the outside world. She strained to hear the guards engage in their light gossip of the day, but what came from their mouths was a mix of facts and tall tales. She tuned it out
