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He followed the s off his uneasiness He hadn’t coh

Baring his teeth in a feral smile, he unsheathed the war blade and stepped into the courtyard, staying back froht

"Hello, Bastard"

Daemon slowly looked up from the fire and just as slowly pinpointed the sound When he finally did, his sentle and weary

"Hello, Prick Have you come to kill me?" Daemon’s voice sounded rusty, as if he hadn’t spoken for a long tier until it becaer And the difference in Dae, Daemon stood up and removed his torn jacket

Lucivar’s eyes narrowed as Dae buttons on his shirt, pulled the shirt aside to expose his chest, and stepped around the fire to stand where the light best favored the attacker It felt wrong Everything felt wrong Dae off the land--Hell’s fire,he had seen to that--to have kept himself in better condition than this Lucivar studied the dirty, ragged clothes, Daeht, the calround his teeth The only other person he’d everwas Tersa

Maybe Daemon’s voice wasn’t rusty froht

"You’re caught in it, aren’t you?" Lucivar asked quietly "You’re tangled up in the Twisted Kingdom"

Daemon trembled "Lucivar, please You prolittered "Do you feel her under you, Dae under your hands? Do you feel her blood on your thighs while you drive into her, tearing her apart?" He stepped forward "Do you?"

Dae hand, twisting his fingers in the thick tangle of hair "There’s so o away Lucivar, please"

Making sure he had Daemon’s attention, Lucivar stepped back and sheathed the war blade "Killing you would be a kindness you don’t deserve You owe her every drop of pain that can be wrung out of you for the rest of your life and, Dae life"

Dae a dirt smear across his cheek "Maybe the next ti," Lucivar snapped "There won’t be a next ti in Daeed Lucivar’s throat Tears pricked his eyes There would be no reconciliation, no understanding, no forgiveness Just a bitterness that would last beyond the flesh

Lucivar li Craft to support his wounded leg As he picked his way through the broken stones toward the reuish the stones see and tear-blind, unwilling to turn back, unwilling to leave

But just before he caught the Gray Wind that would take him to Askavi and the final run, he looked at the ruins of the Hall and whispered, "Good-bye, Daemon"

Lucivar stood on the canyon ri for the sun to rise enough to light the canyon far below hi hireasy, tattered s had become after the sli the sun rise, he also watched the s for the kill

He looked down the Khaldharon Run, judging shadows and visibility Not good Foolish to throw hi of wind and the darker Winds when he couldn’t distinguish the jagged canyon walls froe the curves that would create sudden wind shifts, when his wings barely functioned At best it would be a suicide run

Which was exactly why he was there

The ser, closer

To the south of hi Dragons One faced north, the other south The Khaldharon Run ended there and the an, because no one who had entered one of those yawning, cavernous mouths had ever returned

Several ons, the sun kissed the Black Mountain, Ebon Askavi, where Witch, his young, dreamed-of Queen would have lived if she’d never h now for hi, he unfurled his wings, raised his fist, and let out an Eyrien war cry that silenced everything

Then he dove into the Khaldharon Run

It was as exhilarating, and as bad, as he’d thought it would be

Even with Craft, his tattered wings didn’t provide the balance he needed Before he could coh the canyon sle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>