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The guy with the sword suddenly stepped into the middle of the room. Lytt turned to face him, tense, wondering what was going on. She wasn’t too terribly concerned, since she was beginning to trust these people, but Malvat could manipulate anyone. Who knew? Maybe Rebere and the others were somewhere in the castle, wandering around wondering what had happened. Or maybe Delernious had finally gotten overzealous with his power experimenting and had somehow teleported her here. That wouldn’t be good.

“Welcome.” The man said, running a hand through his hair. “I was going to make a grand introduction speech to fan away this awkwardness, but I seem to have forgotten the script.” He laughed a little, and Lytt smiled slightly. She was beginning to like this guy. He reminded her of Jenis. “So instead, I ask that we all keep in mind the women and children in the room, whatever actions are taken.”

Huh? What does that mean? As Lytt moved aside to allow the guy to step out of the circle that she and the others had formed around him, she frowned slightly. Was he expecting a fight? She appreciated his willingness to protect her and the other women and children, but was still slightly confused.

Small conversations started up, and Lytt noticed that Libby had begun talking with the well-dressed boy. He’d called himself Prince Luke. Odd. There hadn’t been a prince since Malvat’s takeover. Unless she’d somehow been placed in a kingdom he was still working on conquering.

Lytt retreated to the window again. She breathed deeply, becoming more accustomed to her surroundings. She could do this. There was plenty of room to spread her wings for a short flight if needed.

The guy who had given his speech was sitting in a corner, his eyes unfocused, lost in thought. Curious, Lytt sneaked another glance – she didn’t want to be caught openly staring. He looked almost angry, yet sorrow so deep she could barley fathom it warred with the anger. He was clenching his sleeve. Suddenly he jerked, and ripped it. Concerned, Lytt now watched him without reservation, hoping to catch his eye and give a smile or something to cheer him up.

Still not noticing, the guy drew his dagger and sank down on the floor, his back to the walls he was sitting between. His jaw was clenched, but he still appeared more relaxed. Lytt averted her eyes, deciding she wouldn’t catch his. Still, her heart hurt for him. Worry about your own problems. Lytt told herself. But she always had a knack for knowing when people wanted to talk, and if she let that person sit by themselves, just walked away, the thought of them haunted her for weeks.

Sighing, Lytt turned and walked over to the man. He was scratching designs into the stone: flowers, vines, the like. Curious.

“Hey.” Lytt said softly. “Nice speech.” Unsure how he’d react, she shifted her weight from foot to foot, ready to fling her wings into his face or just turn and walk away depending on his reaction.

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