Aelin reached into her pocket and pushed a folded piece of paper across the table. “It’s for you. And her.” “We don’t need—” Lysandra’s eyes fell upon the wax seal. A snake in midnight ink: Clarisse’s sigil. “What is this?” “Open it.” Glancing between her and the paper, Lysandra cracked the seal and read the text. “I, Clarisse DuVency, hereby declare that any debts owed to me by—” The paper began shaking. “Any debts owed to me by Lysandra and Evangeline are now paid in full. At their earliest convenience, they may receive the Mark of their freedom.”
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