Luna's Revenge
I turned sharply, my dagger half-raised just as a hand clamped around my wrist, stopping the motion before it could connect.
And then I saw his face.
Jorin.
Kael’s second-in-command.
His dark eyes swept over me, widening just slightly before narrowing in realization. “Sin,” he murmured, low and rough, his grip firm enough to bruise. “You shouldn’t be here.”
I forced my breathing even, shoving down the ice-cold panic flooding my veins. “Neither should you.”
A flicker of something in his expression—curiosity, amusement, maybe even recognition of what this meant.
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