“From all you have seen,” Hasar went on, “all you’ve witnessed of her character … would you swear it upon Yrene Towers’s life that Aelin Galathynius might not use such tactics? Might not try to take armies, rather than raise them? Including our own?” Say yes. Say yes. Chaol didn’t so much as look at Yrene as he stared down Hasar, then Arghun. The khagan and his viziers pulled apart. Chaol said nothing. Swore nothing. Hasar’s small smile was nothing short of triumphant. “I thought so.”
Spoke too soon. Fucking useless
