Yasmin sat beside him. He was glad that Ox was still at thehighlander camp, and unable to hear the news. She was tall and leonine, with dark, heavily lidded eyes that seemed to look straight into his soul. “In some ways, she reminds me of Yasmin.
Snarling and baring its teeth, an angry shrew charged along beside its master. At first Tristan didn’t come around. Many are close to death. “It’s all right,” she said.
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