LOREN
Maybe Loren should’ve let Ronin leave. As the blows rained down and the summoner proved helpless to stop them, winded and bruised from the fall as he was, it certainly seemed like a good idea. But in a weird way, the summoner had the king right where the Launceleyn wanted the other man. Because they were right next to to Rose. And the siren, totally forgotten by Ronin, had swooped down and grasped its stem almost gently in its talons. Loren wanted for a fist to come swinging down and then ordered his creature to stop singing, hoping somehow that might disorient the king while simultaneously using his telekinesis and the siren to jerk the flower forward into the path of the strike. And, more importantly, one of the thorns.A beggar's book
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a noble's blood
