“Good,” the voices said. The warrior named Eranan was the first to jump to his feet and draw his sword. “As you wish, mistress,”she said. At first Tristan couldn’t decide who thegigantic warrior was trying to impress—him or Rafe.
Traax and Duvessa stood arm in arm at the opposite end of the pathway. Scars, her loyal first mate, wouldremain by his captain’s side. “He sees no one at this hour. A middle-aged woman with dark hair clambered up the carpeted steps to stand directly before theprince.
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