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turn into a rat and scuttle away.”
Aelin hoisted up Falkan by the shoulder. “I
can’t have my friend’s uncle kneeling on the
ground, can I?”
“You said you were an assassin.” Falkan’s
eyes were so wide the whites around them
gleamed. “You stole horses from the Lord of
Xandria—”
“Yes, yes,” Aelin said, waving a hand. “It’s
a long story, and we’re in the middle of a war
council, so ...”
“Piss off?” Falkan finished.
Aelin laughed, but glanced to Nesryn and
Sartaq. The former jerked her chin to Falkan.
“He’s become our spy of sorts. He joins us in
these meetings.”
Aelin nodded, then winked at the shifter. “I
suppose you didn’t need me to slay that
stygian spider after all.”
But Falkan tensed, his attention going to