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Lorcan winced, re they both received What gave hi His bastard sister apparently lived a sie and received little or no discipline Her reaction to her punishh for him

He didn’t know one could hate soirl But she continued to doold and troops in the hopes she would do what they could not Kill him Take his throne

He’d see her head on a spike outside his castle walls first And he now had the perfect ally to assist him

He never s as fe that kind of power that they probably could not control But he tolerated sorcerers well enough And Hefaidd-Hen was just what he needed Pay him well and Hefaidd-Hen would hand you the world He’d proven hih he still hadn’t captured his sister

Lorcan heard the moan of the soldier pinned to the floor beneath his boot With a sneer, he pushed his foot down harder on his neck The worthless little bastard had failed hilanced over his shoulder at his lieutenants They watched hi their best to hide their fear But he could s suns "I want rowled the words low "I wantthe ht!"

He heard them run from the room

They better run

He would have his sister He would see the bitch dead if he had to destroy half the world to get to her

"Well, I see nohy the wohus the Destroyer settled his enorround lake "She’s not crazy, little sister She’s angry"

Morfyd settled against a rock opposite her brother, wrapping her cloak tightly around her body Her hu And yet, she lived freely a the humans They all believed her to be human Merely a powerful witch and healer Even as Annwyl’s brother ordered her face sliced open during the early days of his reign, she stayed huhus could sihus needed to call on his sister as a human His power could only keep Annwyl alive for a short tiicks actually healed the girl by ans And as a huirl’s needs

Morfyd nodded "Frory about It’s a well-known fact that her father was a tyrant and her brother hated her frohus found hiirl

"I know they don’t have the same mother Annwyl’s mother never married her father You kno important that is to these huet that she was a bastard A poor bastard, no less, froe east of Kerezik"

"Can she be trusted?"

Morfyd shrugged "Her e women avoid her they do respect her They trust their men’s lives with her But whether we can trust her? That I do not know, brother She’s still huons possessed powers that far outweighed most creatures But these powers, like their ability to use flame or to shift to huerous lot and e No His brethren relied on secrecyHe couldn’t and wouldn’t betray that to a girl he knew nothing about Just bringing her to his lair was a dangerous risk he noron lived in Dark Glen And those who stumbled upon him in the past he quickly silencedBut that hadn’t been an option for Annwyl She really did fascinate hith Her beauty And she was beautiful Tall Strong Brown hair with golden streaks that reached down past the waist of her lean body

"I’ed you like that," his sister continued "Although it could just be hus heard her, but barely Hiswhen he first found Annwyl He shifted to huet at her wound He rely his huht of her Naked, pale, and covered in her own blood, there was so about her that called to him As he chanted the spell that would keep her alive until Morfyd arrived, she watched hireen eyes he’d ever seen Over the subsequent days, while he cared for her, he kept seeing those eyes in his drea, lean body covered in irl trapped his attention and he couldn’t stop thinking about her, which was unusual Quite a few feraced his life over the more than two hundred years he existed All of theon But none entranced hiirl How tall was she anyway? Maybe six feet? He smiled; only his people would call her "tiny"

A sain looked at his sister, s out from her human nostrils