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Leticia shakes her head. “The fight is done. Hurron won’t resist that. He may already be dead.”
“Would you go then? Get a ship, go to your children? Let the Strider and Windspawn rule unchallenged here?”
Her eyes close for a moment, and she bites her lip. Then she stands up straight. “No. Even if we are only nibbling at them, one or two men at a time, it is better than rolling over and dying. We will be quiet, and patient, and bleed them a drop at a time for steel, and when they are sleeping, and weakened, we’ll attack.”
Diejo smiles at her. “Good. There you are, still in there.” He gently rubs his knuckles across her cheek.
She glances back at the smoke. “You know, it’s entirely likely that smoke means I’m a widow.”
He snorts a quick laugh at that. “I suppose it could, my lady. I suppose it could.”
He leans forward and kisses her, lips warm, brazen. It’s the first time in more than twenty years that they’ve kissed, and they’re both clumsy at it, but clumsy burns into wanting, a long, long time of wanting, and neither of them are young enough to make a fast tryst on a stone battlement worth it, but the promise of later is there, heavy, in their eyes and breaths as they part.Chapter 39 will be up soon...
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