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"I'm well aware of that danger," she replied in an icy tone, expression unreadable as she studied him head to toe, while slowly striding towards him, her gaze locked onto his. His clothes and manner speak of a scholar...figures.
"You look like a learned man," she stopped in front of him, fixing him with hard amber eyes. "Are you familiar with the legends surrounding my father? Say, the one where he defeated 3,400 men in the Underworld?" She spoke as she turned to her desk to open a drawer. "Since you're dating him--take this."
She dropped the trinket in his hand. A blood red pendant, carved with the head of an open-mouthed mountain lion, fangs protruding--part of Dubcarn’s heraldry. A warning to Waver (for it is the lioness who hunts to protect its kin) and a message to her father—not that anyone but Papa would know. As much as she’d want to see him, the War is at a heated point, and it’d be best to be discreet.
“A gift.” She smiled warmly (or deceptively so?) “I do hope you’ll make him happy.” At least for now.










