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That was why he’d gone. To learn if they
were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the
host there, and how many Ironteeth were
present.
He had not been trained as a spy, but he’d
grown up in a court where people wielded
smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew
how to blend in, how to listen. How to make
people see what they wished to see.
She’d sent Elide into the dungeons of
Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King
of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no
different.
It didn’t stop her breath from escaping
when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As
if he heard something they couldn’t.
And it was the joy that sparked in her
mount’s eyes that told her.
Moments later, Narene sailed toward them,
making a lazy path over the mountains, a