The Bride Wore Blood
And yet, when the wind shifted, I caught the scent of him, old parchment, and that underlying, primal musk of the wolf that always made my heart betray my mind.
Lady Moira rode slightly behind us, her presence a cold weight. She had been Thade’s shadow since we left the city, her expression unreadable beneath her hood. I didn't trust her, but then again, I didn't trust the man I had married either.
The tavern, The Hollow Heath, emerged from the morning mist like a jagged tooth. It sat a few hours' ride from the city, a lonely outpost on the road to the North. This was where it had happened. This was where King Adulfus had breathed his last and the mystery of his death had started. After drag
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