The man didn't let her hand go, but she admitted to herself that she didn't mind, not one bit. It was comforting, something that she longed for, "I'm Clare, Franchesca's daughter." "We know who you are child, you are ours, come now, meet your family."

Kalbreal smiled at her, when she looked at him for approval. She didn't understand what she searched his face for, but she got a nod as he followed next to her and Zartieal, making way to the crowd.

Zartieal hadn't let her hand go, ...