"You don't know who I am," I whispered. He didn't move-either away from me, or closer-and after an interminable moment, I stepped back and hurried out of the house. He didn't follow me as I fled into the night. Lylin is not used to being alone-much less alone, hurt, and lost. So when she is separated from her guard and forced to abandon her horse, she counts herself lucky to stumble upon a manor house. Still frightened by those...