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I was standing at the fire when the Yseult appeared beside me. Even though we’d had guards posted for days, on the lookout for the blonde woman, she’d cloaked herself to show her power, coming close to our beloved without warning, without asking permission.
I smelled her awful scent, cold smoke and stone, and kept my eyes on the fire. “I hate it when ye appear out of thin air.”
“I know you do.” She smiled. “Did you enjoy my little gift?”
“The old man? He knows some tricks.”
My flesh crawled as she studied me. “Has she bonded with you?”
“She speaks with us, using the language of the hands,” I hedged.
“Take me to her.”
I led her inside. Brenna sat with the old man beside the pool, their hands flashing as they spoke with gestures.
I stopped in the entryway and threw out my arm to
