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destruction. How close they had come to a
disaster. That Sartaq had admitted to it told
enough: he might be Heir, but he wished his
sister to know he, too, was not above making
mistakes. That they had to think through any
plan of action, however easy it might seem.
Hasar, it seemed, got the point, and
nodded.
A cleared throat cut through the tent, and
they all turned toward the open flaps to find
one of the Darghan captains, his sulde
clenched in his mud-splattered hand. Someone
was here to see them, the man stammered.
Neither royal asked who as they waved the
man to let them in.
A moment later, Chaol was glad he was
sitting down.
Nesryn breathed, “Holy gods.”
Chaol was inclined to agree as Aelin
Galathynius, Rowan Whitethorn, and several