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All That Glitters

Aislinn Kerry

Dedication

For Terra.

Because Kynan’s story would have been very different without her enthusiasm, insight, and

general awesomeness.

All That Glitters

Chapter One

Aneirin saved my life the day I met him, and saved it twice again before he finally killed

me. It’s a chance encounter: I’m in a seedy little pub on the edge of Montmartre, drowning my

sorrows in a pint of ale, when a stranger sits down next to me and slings his arm around my

shoulders like we’re old friends. Beneath the table, I feel the point of a dagger press against my

ribs.

I know what he wants, of course—money—and it’s a pity for us both that I have none.

He decides to rough me up as punishment for my poverty, and that’s when Aneirin steps in,

though neither of us saw him coming. All I know is that suddenly there’s a searing line of fire

along my side, and the man with the knife is gone.

I turn, startled, and Aneirin’s behind me. He grips the rough by the collar and growls

something into his face. I don’t hear his words, but the rough does, and he pales.

Aneirin tosses him aside with a casual disregard fit for a king. I’m so pleased to see him

scrambling for the door that I nearly forget about the heat dripping down my side, staining my

last good shirt. Aneirin turns back to me and I am transfixed.

Aneirin means “all gold”. I don’t know why he’s come to France with a Welsh name, but he

looks down at me, his face fierce, his skin burnished by the lamplight, and it suits him.

I don’t realize the irony of the name until later.

The rest of the patrons settle down from the excitement and Aneirin takes my arm. For a

moment I’m scared again. It’s a dirty little pub in a bad part of town; it would shock no one for

one rough to beat up another just to steal his mark. I have nothing left to steal, and one hole

poked in me already. Should he decide to finish my knifing properly, I doubt anyone would

notice, much less care. I hold my hand to my side, fear fluttering in my chest.

He stares down at me, and I up at him. Then his gaze flicks away and back, and some of the

fierceness has faded. He sighs and gives a quick tug on my arm. “Come along. You’ll need to

have that seen to.”

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