I will find you, I will find you, I will find you.

It was all borrowed time anyway.

Rowan hissed, “Where is my wife?”

“What familiarity you use when you speak his name, Lady of Perranth. What intimacy.”

“How could they not, when so many of your pretty males are in my company?”

his father’s gold shield holding strong around her, too.

“It is not such a hard thing, is it—to die for your friends.”

“Do not mistake my silence for lack of feeling. I have good reason to keep my thoughts to myself.”

And then he said quietly, “I wanted to go to Perranth with you.”