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A flicker of a smile, a ghost of mirth, flitted across Lyon’s lips at Oraya’s words. Any number of mishaps may have befallen her latest suitor, but Lyon suspected paid brigands in an alley at night. She was a jealous girl, who did not brook fools. Perhaps that was why he was not as irked by her...

Lyon Urahil sat at the head of the long dining table in his castle, surveying his surroundings with a sense of satisfaction. The table was set with the finest silverware and crystal glasses, and a sumptuous feast had been laid out for his enjoyment. He sipped at a goblet of rich, red wine...