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Her words, though simple, caused a chill to run up and down my spine. “I have to face his darkness?”
She nodded. “Yes, and only you, for as his bride you will know his heart, but the road will not be easy for either of you. To be mortal is never easy. To be the bride of the dierth is a trail indeed.”
I cast my eyes to the ground as my mind’s eye conjured up that handsome visage that belonged to Tristan. My heart fluttered at even such an image of him and I felt my cheeks warm as I recalled his gentle smiles and touches.
Rhia took my hands in her own and studied the cut marks from my whittling. “These wounds are but the beginning. More trials await, great than anything you can imagine.” She raised her eyes to mine and studied my face. “Knowing what I have told you, will you
