Chapter 227 Outside The Lines
- Xandra
- “He said he couldn’t live without it, Mother.” I lean forward over the breakfast I’ve been picking at. One of the twins—our son, perhaps—apparently hates the smell of the tiny fish I used to love. “Why did you select Tarrin as your base camp, anyway?”
- “Proximity to the border.” She sips her tea primly, and I know she’s lying.