She had to walk by it twice a day, going to and from school—never by herself, of course
The Bracer was a holy symbol in the secluded town of Aurgwyd Barrow; everyone wore them—they were gifts from the Myrors
The gates loomed, great spears of wrought iron lashed together with thick chains and heavy brass locks.
She had only time for one final thought—if my fate is to die here, then why was I told to type?—before the boy reached the gate.
Elian didn’t move. She didn’t speak. She stared at him, a deer-in-the-headlights, caught in the beam of his dark grey eyes.
There was still no warning from Elian’s Bracer. Was she supposed to stay? Was she supposed to talk?
But her Bracer hadn’t told her to stay away. No matter that it made no sense; Lind and whatever he had to offer her was part of her fate.Besides; she had promised him she’d come back. And she so wanted to hear that wonderful laugh again.
His white cheeks blossomed pink as he realized that he’d just admitted to spying.
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