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Fainy sat there while the storm raged above his head; then he got up, slipping a corn muffin into his-21-pocket as he went. ”Tristan thought for a moment. CHAPTER XXVIIITRISTAN’S HEAD STILL LAY IN XANTHUS’ LAP AS THE warm horse blood surged through hissystem. The eye holes slanted up at the far corners, giving it a seductivequality.

But as it neared Serena, instead of destroying her it passed straight throughher—just like Faegan’s bolt had done to Xanthus, the night of the masquerade ball. “Andyour insubordination is noted,” he added. Evenfrom across the table her eyes bored into Tristan’s. “I will consider your kind offer,” he said.