The White Rose Of Damnation
As if they had let her go.
Kael returned a few minutes later. His arms were full—gear, weapons, leather straps, a pile of clothes dragged from an old, dusty chest. He knelt and spread the bundle on the ground.
"These were all mine," he said in a dry tone. "Haven't used them in a long time."
Rea's eyes flickered with interest. Kael pulled out a black, leather-and-fabric bodysuit—tight-fitting, form-fitting, designed for carrying daggers and small weapons. Too elegant for a man, but perfect for Rea's shape.
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