This was Blueskin, who burst through the trees, and sword in hand assaulted the thief-taker. “Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered. Her father—man of rock—had never needed her, whereas Hoddy, even if he did not love her, would always be needing her. She silently willed him to stop his pacing, to calm down. And then she fell into a musing about Capes. The water was cold but she waded deeper. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly.
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