"Someone was coming through the velvet.He was pulling it wide, he was stepping onto Kestrel's balcony— close, closer still as she turned and the curtain swayed, then stopped. He pinned the velvet against frame. He held the sweep of it high, at the level of his gray eyes, which were silver in the shadows.He was here. He had come.Arin."
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Arin