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the glass castle.” He snorted. “I had no idea
until today. Gods, I was there for Minister
Joval as a spy for the rebels. It was my first
time out of Perranth. My first time, and I
wound up unwittingly training alongside my
queen.” He laughed, low and amazed. “I’d
been working with the rebels for years, even
as a thief. They wanted me to be their inside
eyes on the castle, the king’s plans. I reported
the strange goings-on until it became too
dangerous. Until Cel—Aelin warned me to
run. I listened, and came back here. Joval is
dead. Fell in a skirmish with a band of rebels
by the border this spring. Darrow plucked me
up to be his own messenger and spy. So here I
am.” A sidelong glance at her, awe still on his
face. “I am at your disposal, even if you’re not
... you.” He angled his head. “Who are you,
anyway?”
“Aelin.”