Amen,” Rhys drawled, “sends her regards. And as for this one … ” I tried not to flinch away from meeting his stare. “She’s mine,” he said quietly, but viciously enough that Devon and his warriors nearby heard. “And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then you lose your head.” I tried not to shiver, as Caspian and For showed no reaction at all. “And once Fare is done killing you,” Rhys smirked, “then I’ll grind your bones to dust.

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