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Chapter Twenty-Three
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Second Chance for the Discarded Luna Chapter One Hundred Thirty-One
My father came down the gangway the way he did everything, without hurry and without wasted motion, a tall, spare man in a plain gray traveling cloak, his white-streaked hair blown wild by the sea wind. Kellan walked half a step behind him, grinning like a boy. Behind them came a stout, silver-haired woman I would have known anywhere, wrapped in a shawl and clutching a basket, and a lean, dark young man with a warrior's careful eyes.Camille. And Finn.I did not remember deciding to run. I only remember that the quay stones rang under my feet, and that Kai bounced on my hip shrieking "Gan-pa? Gan-pa?" though he had never seen the man in his life, and that when I reached the bottom of the gangway my father opened his arms and I walked straight into them, children and all, and he held on to the three of us as though we might blow away."Elena," he said into my hair. "My girl. My girl.""You came.""You think I could stay at my desk? Camille had to tie me to a chair for two days before s
Second Chance for the Discarded Luna Chapter One Hundred Thirty
He was packing when I found him. There was not much to pack. A sea-bag sat open on the narrow bed in the room he had slept in for the last year, and into it he was folding his few shirts one by one, with the careful, economical movements of a man who has spent his whole life learning to carry only what he needs."You don't have to go today," I said from the doorway."I know." He did not turn. "That's why it has to be today."I came in and sat on the edge of the bed, and Rhys went on folding for a moment, and then he stopped, and set the shirt down, and sat beside me with his hands loose between his knees."I told you I'd fight beside you and then leave," he said. "I meant it. I didn't mean it as a punishment, Elena, or a performance. I meant that if I stay in this house, in this port, within sight of you every morning, I'll spend every day half waiting for you to change your mind. And you won't, and that will be a kind of slow cruelty to both of us.""I might," I said, and was appalle
Second Chance for the Discarded Luna Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Nine
They had laid her on a bed of folded sails in the lighthouse keeper's cottage, because no one had dared carry her farther, and when I came through the door Sera was already on her knees beside the narrow cot with both palms pressed flat against the priestess's breastbone."Don't speak," Sera said, without looking up. "Don't touch her. Don't breathe loudly if you can help it."I stood where I was, one hand clamped over my mouth.Priestess Wren looked smaller than I had ever seen her. Her silver hair had come loose from its braid and spread across the sailcloth like a spill of frost, and her face, always weathered and sharp and faintly amused, had gone slack and gray. A thin line of blood had dried at the corner of her mouth. Her hands lay open at her sides, the palms scorched black from wrist to fingertip."She held it all," Doran murmured behind me. He had followed me up the cliff path with his arm in a sling and a bandage across his forehead. "Every ward in the harbor, for nine hours
Second Chance for the Discarded Luna Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Eight
I shifted back at the top of the cellar stair, snatching a fallen guard's cloak from the stones and knotting it around my shoulders with fingers that would not stop shaking. Two of Elara's militia lay sprawled beside the arched door, breathing but senseless, each with a tiny black dart in the side of his neck. Ashra had not wasted a single blade getting past them.Below me, the stair curled down into torchlight and noise.I took the steps three at a time.The cellar was a long, vaulted room of old gray stone, lined with wine racks and barrels, and at its far end, in the wide pool of light from a single hanging lantern, the whole of my life stood or crouched or sprawled in a ragged tableau. Petra held a boar-spear in both fists, her feet planted wide, her knuckles bone white. Nessa stood beside her with a butcher's cleaver. Sentinel lay on the flagstones between them and the wine-dark figure, his flank ripped open and bleeding, still growling, a low, endless, rattling sound.And behind
Second Chance for the Discarded Luna Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Seven
We ran.I had never run as a wolf with another beside me, not since I was a pup scrabbling after my brother through the Ravenspire gardens, and I had forgotten what it was like to move in step with someone, to feel the rhythm of paws on stone echo in your own chest. Marcus ran at my left shoulder, huge and dark and silent, his flanks heaving, and the whole quarter streaked past us in slashes of torchlight and shadow.Behind us the northern battle faded into a roar. Ahead lay the old merchant quarter, narrow streets and tall shuttered houses, and at the end of the longest street the broad gray bulk of the merchant hall rose against the burning sky.Faster, I urged.I am going as fast as I can, Marcus said, and beneath the dryness I felt the real fear in him, the thread of it humming through the bond like a plucked string. If she reaches that cellar, Elena.She won't.I couldn't tell which of us I was trying to convince.We burst into the great square before the hall and skidded to a ha
Second Chance for the Discarded Luna Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Six
"Back!" Doran roared. "Everyone back from the breach, form on the warehouses!"The north quay dissolved into noise. I felt it more than I saw it, a roar of boots on wet stone, the clash of steel on steel, the high, thin shriek of a man struck down somewhere in the dark. The silver dome had collapsed to a ragged rim, hanging in the air over the northern warehouses like the edge of a torn sail, and through the gap the Thornveil marines poured in a gray tide, shields locked, swords low."Elena, behind me!" Marcus shouted."There are a hundred of them!""Then stay behind me and a hundred will be enough to keep me busy!"I didn't answer, because I was looking at the young apprentice still standing in the gap, his palms raised, his thin chest heaving with the effort of holding the breach open. Silver threads, my own ward and Wren's, writhed around him like burning vines. I could feel them dying one by one."Teris," I called, because I had caught the name in the muttering of the marines wadi
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