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Nox smiled knowingly. “Fair enough.”
Lysandra paused before the queen’s too-
small tent, nestled between Aedion’s and
Ren’s own. “What’s the cost of your silence?
Or does Darrow already know?”
“Why would I tell him? I serve Terrasen,
and the Galathynius family. I always have.”
“Some might say Darrow has a strong
claim to the throne, given his relationship
with Orlon.”
“I realized today that the assassin I came to
call a friend is actually the queen I believed
dead. I think the gods are pointing me in a
certain direction, don’t you?”
She lingered between the tent flaps.
Delicious warmth beckoned within. “And if I
were to tell you we needed your help tonight,
and that the risk was being branded a traitor?”
Nox only sketched a bow. “Then I’d say I
owe my friend Celaena a favor for her