“Six,” he managed. “Maybe seven.”The other man leaned closer. Eryk had only seen Annika’s father from afar, but he recognized him well enough now—his hair nearly white like hers, his eyes the same bright blue. “Fjerdan or Ravkan?”“They spoke Ravkan,” he croaked. His throat was raw. Because I was screaming when they pushed me under.
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