“I am going to do exactly what I said I was going to do,” Alistair growled. “I am going to take you to The Order and try to make them see sense. You aren’t committing murder under my watch. Now get some sleep. We ride early.”

Hanaldi’s jaw clenched as she gazed at him with barely leashed violence. No doubt she was thinking again on all the ways she’d like to kill him. He chuckled and shook his head. Her gaze grew calculating, and then she rolled onto her back and stared at the tent covering them. As had become his habit, Alistair leaned against a pole and watched her through heavy lids while the night grew later.

It wasn’t clear when he fell asleep, but his exhaustion as well as the energy he’d expended...

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