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w and ragged, his eyes rolling back in his head. Eleanor was weeping silently, clut

voy where the guards had set up their fire. "Captain Cobb! Please, do you have any medi

a slow sip from his waterskin. "He's a condemned traitor, girl. The crown doesn't waste expensive medicine

and for the sapphire bracelet I had stolen

r me. A burly guard with thick, greasy sideburns and bloo

cco. His eyes raked over my body with a disgusting, predatory hunger that made my skin crawl. "You seem to have a lot of secre

hy, calloused hands aimi

nd I'll brea

knuckles white, his eyes blazing with a murderous, protective fury. He was sta

e twisting in rage. He drew his lead-we

t. The coarse fabric of his tunic ripped, exposing raw, bleeding flesh. But Owen didn't flin

camp. Dexter didn't care about justice, but he didn't want a full-scale riot delaying his march and ruini

t, glaring at me with a dark promise of future

my dying father. I couldn't rely on these mons

exter and the other guards heard me. "I know a mountain root t

ring our camp. My mind was already racing, formulating a plan to access my modern spatia