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snarled.
“You could get out of these chains, if you
really wanted,” Arobynn said, frowning with
distaste. “If you really tried.”
No, she couldn’t, and everything had been
a dream, a lie—
“You let yourself remain captive. Because
the moment you are free ...” Arobynn
chuckled. “Then you must offer yourself up, a
lamb to slaughter.”
She clawed and thrashed against the
shredding in her leg, not hearing Cairn as he
sneered. Only hearing the King of the
Assassins, unseen and unnoted beside her.
“Deep down, you’re hoping you’ll be here
long enough that the young King of Adarlan
will pay the price. Deep down, you know
you’re hiding here, waiting for him to clear
the path.” Arobynn leaned against the side of
the altar, cleaning his nails with a dagger.