Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #13 April 2015 | Page 83

once, he couldn’t read her expression.
At last, Favriel regained his composure. “I’m afraid
I can’t help you. Neither of us can. You need to
leave. Now.”
Abrodail laid a hand on his forearm. “Darling--”
Favriel cut her off with an open palm. “I’m sorry,
dove. As much as it pains me, I can tell a small part
of you still cares for this man despite all the trouble
he’s caused you. As I said before, I won’t see Eogwen or you come to any harm. No matter what the
cost.”
Khellus stood and planted fists on the table. “You
don’t see what’s at stake here?”
Favriel smirked up at him. “Actually, I do. More
than you know. You don’t think I’m aware of my
lord’s dark dealings? The whole city knows it.
The whole kingdom, apparently, considering your
presence here. However, for us, Lord Asmoran is
a boon. He has never been a