Elaine of Artharia
Leaning close, the girl whispered against the man’s ear, his mouth formed in a shocked and pained expression, “I can’t have you warn your friends, Tristan. I have to protect my people.”
The man, full of so much strength, keeled over, an angry and pained grunt leaving his lips, “I am your people, you piece of..” Tristan's words fell away, and so did Elaine, hiding the bloody dagger in her pocket, she turned to run from him. Even Elaine, closed and guarded from the world, didn’t want to see the man with the voice bathed in music die.
“Elaine!” It was laced with pain, “You can’t let him see you. You can’t let Benjamen see you. You have to protect the book.”
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