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of the game the two of them played, had been
playing for years now. To feign loathing,
when it was so clear they’d slaughter anyone
who posed a threat to the other.
Nesryn lifted her brows, and Borte crossed
her arms, her twin braids blowing in the wind.
“He’s bringing the last two healers to the
keep.” Indeed, a near-black ruk flapped up
from the plain.
“No inclination to finally wed before the
battle?”
Borte recoiled. “Why would I?”
Nesryn smirked. “So you might have your
wedding night?”
Borte barked a laugh. “Who says I haven’t
already?”
Nesryn gaped.
But Borte only inclined her head, clicked
her tongue at Arcas, and rider and ruk dove
into the brisk sky.