Chapter seventeen
Cendemar ProxCan we do nothing? Moonlight shakes her lovely head in horror. She speaks hurriedly, in a rush of words that she hopes will wash away the image she has seen in Geya’s mirror. Let me go to Fyn. He can stop it.
Hana takes her hand. There is nothing Fyn can do, not in the living world. Lutyond is on his own, until he accepts who he truly is.
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“Are you sure you will be all right?” Gunnar asked for the twenty-fifth time as he shoved the last items of clothing into a leather traveling bag.
Gwenn smiled and ruffled his untidy hair affectionately. “Of course I will, Strong Arm. You are only going to be away for a few days.”
He looked at her worriedly. “But the baby could come at any time. What if I am not here to help you?” He gently touched her swollen
