Monday: Simon
traced her other hand while her mind raced with questions, then slid parchment
and chalk back in his pouch and bowed to her.
Tuesday: She
looked so soft and sweet and small except for her radiant gaze. Gunthar guessed
it was that which had drawn Robert to her, this fiery pluck that her flowerlike
features belied.
Wednesday: Robert
shuddered, but reminded himself that it little mattered what they did with his
head once he was dead.
Thursday: Robert
did not try to evade the assault again, but flung himself full forward and
slammed the “spirit” to the floor.
Friday: Everything
had changed. The dungeon door stood open.
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