Chapter 62
Leo watched and listened. His heart tolled like a Kingbell in his chest. They cannot have her. And I will not give her to Nagarak for nailing. She is Hekat. Kingtouched and mine. Her blue eyes glittered. “The coin you parted with makes no difference, Hord. I am no man’s slave, I belong to the King.” Ignoring that, Hord stepped close and touched her scars. “You did that to your face?” She smiled unflinching until he stepped back. “No. The King did it.” Hord sighed, and shook his head. “Foolish Hekat. When you were beautiful, you were precious to me. Now you are nothing, you are meat with maggots, you are a horse with a broken leg. Worthless. Useless. A waste of the air.” Hekat’s scars tightened as she frowned. “I am Hekat. I dance with my snakeblade. I killed a warlord for the King.
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