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A tremor went through his hands, but he
balled them into fists. “If I can kill him,
should I take the chance?”
“No.” She shook her head. “You would not
walk away from it. He has a chamber deep in
the keep—it is where he stores the collars. He
will bring you there if he catches you.”
He straightened. “I—”
“Go to Morath, as you have planned.
Retrieve the key, and nothing more. Or you
will find yourself with a collar around your
neck again.”
He swallowed. “I can barely shift.”
Kaltain gave him a half smile as she
dissolved into the moonlight. “Can’t you?”
And then she was gone.
Dorian stared at the place she’d stood, the
Wyrdmarks already vanished. Only Damaris
remained standing there, witness to the truth it
had somehow sensed he needed to hear.