Wind and sand tore at Tristan’s skinlike hot knife blades. ”Tristan scowled. He drew hisdreggan and tossed its baldric aside. Following Tristan’s orders, Rafe’s riderswere well out ahead of the low-flying Minions and the warriors charging on foot.
“Xanthus,” he breathed. Tristan soon heard thefamiliar sound of dreggans sliding into their scabbards. “Is it thatobvious?” “Yes,” the princess answered. If they trailed them to the palace,they could surely weave a convincing story about how Mary had abducted the girls for her ownpurposes.
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