As the music grew louder, her movementsbecame ever more provocative, the clashing cymbals and the alluring sway of her hips markingevery beat. “Howimportant could it possibly be?”Tristan looked over at his sister. “Here she is—Mallory of the House of Esterbrook. Stopping in midstride, Wigg turned around.
Tristan was grateful, for Xanthus would surely havetortured them. ”Serena saw a craft formula appear against the darkness of her closed eyes. “Because he feels responsible for her death,” Wigg answered. Scars, her loyal first mate, wouldremain by his captain’s side.
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