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The respect in her voice bordered on worship.
Darian’s hand went to his sword, then hesitated, clearly recognizing this was a threat so far beyond his capabilities that drawing steel would be meaningless.
Morgana’s entire body had gone rigid, her expression cycling through shock, fear, and something else—guilt, perhaps, or resignation.
Wendelina—for that was who this could only be—surveyed the scene with those penetrating purple eyes. She took in the destroyed ...
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