“We’ll never survive it,” Tristan said softly. The wind hadcalmed, resulting in a glass-smooth sea. Then he gave Tristan a smile. Relieved but incensed, Shailiha immediately sprang to herfeet and pointed an accusatory finger at Aeolus.
He stood on the curb a long time with the whistle of a peanutstand shril ing derisively in his ear. He smiled. Its drawbridge was raised. The beams hit the ring of water, and itstarted twinkling with an icy blue.
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