Cupping her hands against the wind, Tyranny lit a cigarillo, then tossed the dead match over theside. At her biddingthe heavy locks turned over and the doors parted. Curious, Tristan spurred Shadow up alongside Rafe’s mare. As her face neared the bars she could better smell hisstink.
“It’s all right!” hecalled out. “We’re free of them!”“So I see!” he answered, his teeth chattering. “It made the difference between victory and defeat. The prince’s roving Minions had helped to a great degree.
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