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Firian
She smelled like lavender and sweet oranges and musk. Firian tried to breathe it in again as he walked through the darkness, past skinny black tree trunks. It took a few seconds for his heart to stop pounding after he left the encounter with Kiria in the hollow.
She was coming back tomorrow. It didn’t matter that he made her do it. She was angry; so was he. She hadn’t warned him about the attack against the Academy and now she wanted to know his plans, as Bard had. But now he had leverage to make demands.
Forcing her to meet him tomorrow was the kind of thing Bard would probably think was monstrous. Well, if it was, then it was worth it.
His disparate troops had crested the mountain and now had the arduous task of going down the other side. The pirates kept gasping in the th
