“Ghastly beast,” Hasar muttered halfheartedly into her okra, earning a half smile from Sartaq. “Hasar is still sore that Kadara tried to eat her when they first met,” Sartaq confided. Hasar rolled her eyes, though a glimmer of amusement shone there. Kashin supplied from a few seats down, “You could hear her screeching from the harbor.” To Chaol’s surprise, Nesryn asked, “The princess or the ruk?” Sartaq laughed, a startled, bright sound, his cool eyes lighting. Hasar only gave Nesryn a warning look before turning to the vizier beside her. Kashin grinned at Nesryn and whispered, “Both.”
