“Lady Durron?”
The voice was cool, hard. Jaina
was used to that.
She looked up over Kyp’s latest letter. He had been gone when she woke up, even after
their bittersweet reunion. Last night he
had told her he loved her, and she had believed him. Never trust a Dark sider, she berated
herself silently.
“Durron.”
The woman’s voice
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