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Kyprioth sighed. “But you, my dear, have learned
nearly the entire thing—not the foot soldiers, but those
in command and where they are, the members of the
Chain. . . . You couldn't help it. It's your nature to poke
and pry and gather. Even your fellow rebels are
ignorant of the extent of your knowledge, which makes
me chuckle.”
Aly fanned her hand at him, like a beauty who
brushed off a compliment.
“Besides, I've grown attached to you,” Kyprioth
said, capturing her hand. He kissed the back of her
fingers and released her. “I would hate it if you used the
suicide spell and left me for the Black God's realm. You
know how brothers are—we hate to share.”
“You'll have to let me go to him sometime,” Aly
reminded the god. “I'm not immortal.”
“That is ‘sometime.' I am talking about this summer,”
Kyprioth replied. His eyes darkened. “Make sure you
see this through. Once battle is joined in the Divine
Realms, we gods draw strength from the success of our