Chapter 126
“I think,” she said, barely more than a whisper, “I would like that very much.” He held out a hand. “Together, then.” She studied the scarred, callused palm, then the tattooed face, full of a grim sort of hope. Someone who might—who did understand what it was like to be crippled at your very core, someone who was still climbing inch by inch out of that abyss. Perhaps they would never get out of it, perhaps they would never be whole again, but ... “Together,” she said, and took his outstretched hand. And somewhere far and deep inside her, an ember began to glow. Things are ready for your meeting tonight with Captain Westfall?” Aedion could have sworn Ren Allsbrook bristled as he bit out the name. Seated beside the young lord on the ledge of the roof of the warehouse apartment, Aedion
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