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bruised—but healing fast. “Unless you want to have it out on the roof.”
Amren clicked her tongue and instead jerked her chin at me. “I heard you grew fangs in
the forest and killed some Hybern beasts. Good for you, girl.”
“She saved his sorry ass is more like it,” Mor said, filling her glass of wine. “Poor little
Rhys got himself in a bind.”
I held out my own glass for Mor to fill. “He does need unusual amounts of coddling.”
Azriel choked on his wine, and I met his gaze—warm for once. Soft, even. I felt Rhys
tense beside me and quickly looked away from the spymaster.
A glance at the guilt in Rhys’s eyes told me he was sorry. And fighting it. So strange,
the High Fae with their mating and primal instincts. So at odds with their ancient
traditions and learning.
We left for the mortal lands soon after dinner. Mor carried the orb; Cassian carried her,
Azriel flying close, and Rhys … Rhys held me tightly, his arms strong and unyielding
around me. We were silent as we soared over the dark water.
As we went to show the queens the secret they’d all suffered so much, for so long, to
keep.