His heart, already bleeding for his lost citizens, completely ruptured.
"Oh, by the Light," Julian choked, tears welling in his own golden eyes. He dropped to his knees, taking her tiny hands in his. "You brave, foolish little angel. You have a heart of pure gold."
Julian looked up at Kaelus.
The Marquess's face was suddenly set in lines of desperate, wild hope. "Kaelus. What she said is true. She has the Bastion Knights. She has you, too. If she truly can sense magical anomalies... if you were right beside her, undercover... we could lay a trap. We could use the entire city guard as a perimeter. We could find them!"
"Are you out of your mind?" Kaelus snarled, looking at Julian as if the man had just suggested they juggle live grenades. "You just spent ten minutes telling me the Night Market is a death trap! And now you are advocating throwing my daughter into it just because she gave you the puppy-dog eyes?!"
