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Sama’harad‘I was following you, but with good reason.’
Padruig’s protests invited a harsh look from Santha. He pressed his lips together and rode on in the darkened and quiet streets of the capital city; he on a chestnut gelding, and Santha on Krishtar with Biahnd beneath her coat, draped over her lap. Erod lay face down across the dapple-grey’s saddle in front of Santha in a less than dignified manner.
Coincidence was something she could no longer accept. That she and the Calig would cross paths again in a city of hundreds of thousands—no, it was not possible. This was not chance. It couldn’t be. But that meant something was guiding her and she didn’t know how she felt about that. Or any of it, for that matter.
But other thoughts—darker thoughts—eclipsed all else. Understanding c
