“Come here.” The request was gruff and Davyn’s eyes glistened in the ambient light. He reached his arms through, large hands gesturing him forward, almost as if he were asking for a hug.ALLEGIANCE SWORN (Ch.43)
Surely the old man hadn’t mellowed with age or perhaps his premature death and resurrection had made him rethink his attitude? Whatever the case, Arek joined him at the bars.
Once he was within grasping distance, his wrist was seized and the shirt of his sleeve tugged up.
“Mother of Light!” Davyn hissed and released him as if he’d been burned. “The rumors are true! You are a blood-slave.”
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