Dakshana dragged her gaze upward, studied Chadstone's face. His expression was sick, pained, but so very human. She'd been dazzled at first by his ice-bright beauty, for she had never seen anyone like him, but there were rumours of people to the north, people who rode giant white bears and cast strange magic. He must have been one of them.
"Then," she said, carefully testing her legs, "what are you?"
Her knees failed. She sank against him again; his arms around her tightened.
He said, "Chadstone."
"That's just your name," she said.
He shook his head. "You should rest."
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