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“Too far!” Rhyers intervened. Coming from the lower parlor to step before Savage. Clearly furious.
But Savage’s eyes were locked on Bast who’d clearly deflated at the words. His hand gripping the railing next to him, shook slightly.
Drawing Savage’s keen eye.
He could see the fury written over the green-eyed tracker who looked ready to do battle in Sebastian’s defense.
I needed to see. Savage stomped down the slight pang rising through him.
How does this news really effect him? Savage was watching Sebastian carefully.
Bast looked unsteady. Color drained from his tanned skin, and he looked prepared to vomit. “It was my fault.”
The words were barely audible, but Savage heard them. “What did you do?”
“My magic bound her when our daughter needed her.”
“Sounded like there would’ve been too many for her to take on anyway.”
“There were!” Rhyers spat. Angry at Savage as he turned to lead Bast t
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