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"Are we here?" Rhys yelled froe Rover The door creaked open and he clis from their cras?"

Malachi bristled "I’ve got them, Rhys"

"Good rabbed his own bag and hoisted it out

Malachi saw soates An elderly scribe raised a hand and waved

"Ms Matheson?"

Ava stepped forward and held out her hand as Malachi and Rhys stopped to watch Watch the old scribe take her hand delicately, then e s stopped their longevity spells after the Rending, but a few of the younger aped at Ava as Malachi and Rhys followed her into the scribe house with the luggage

Rhys was still groggy Sadly, he was also talking

"She was pressed against otten what that felt like Just to have the weight of a woman--"

"Really!" he burst out "Just… shut up, Rhys"

Thirty-three There were thirty-three ways Malachi could kill hi her It was the only explanation for the fact that Ava had been at the scribe house in Cappadocia for alrand total of two ti her, she refused to be sorry about it She had other things to do

For the first few days, she slept For once in her life, sleep see about the inner voices of the Irin scribes that soothed her Though none had the resonance that Malachi’s did, the co tapestry, almost like the white noise of ocean waves She drea about it was frightening; it was profoundly peaceful

Her days were spent with Rhys and the oldest scribe at the house, Evren She’d ht, and he see He told her he was seven hundred years old, but he looked around seventy His dark hair was sprinkled with silver and curled at the neck His skin was olive-toned, but pale Ava suspected he spentthe books

"And yournotes with a pencil as Rhys typed on a coh in the walls, were the only bit of the outside world she saw Like much of the oldest parts of the scribe house, the round into the soft volcanic rock