“Isidor is staying for me,” she said. “Because that’s what happened to her. The widow. She lost him.”
Winter stepped to her, his arms coming around her shoulders, pulling her close, Isidor behind her, his body against hers, his arm slipping around her waist. Soule relaxed into them, trying to calm herself so she didn’t hurt them. They thought they understood, but they didn’t. She couldn’t lose either one of them.
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Winter firmed their plans to give the widow mercy as they ran with Lowen down the coast, dropping off cargo, picking up more, sharing their wind. They didn’t see any sign of The Mockery, although those brothers were most likely ahead or behind them doing the same. They stopped briefly with Kell and Lowen in Malana. It was eleven days to the first of the Brecca islands, Halit
