The Thirteenth House (Twelve Houses) - Plot & Excerpts
So much was going on that it was difficult to note and analyze everything. And she was distracted. All she really wanted to do was make a curtsey to Romar Brendyn, ask urgently after his health and safety, and then spend the rest of the night talking to him, uninterrupted by lesser and less-interesting mortals. Conversely, she hoped she never had to speak to him at all, that she managed to get through the pre- and post-dinner socializing without being introduced to him, that he was seated on the opposite side of the room from her when they went in to dinner. But she was always aware of him. She always knew where he was standing, to whom he was speaking. Like the sun, he cast a bright circle of illumination around himself, and anywhere he moved, the world grew brighter. This was going to be problematic, Kirra thought. This was going to make it awfully difficult to get through the next few days. She didn’t do so badly during the hour all the guests gathered in the salon outside the dining hall.
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