Najma wrote a letter and gave it to me on the day he died. It spoke of his son. But never did I think that, with his diluted blood, the tree would grant him the throne. If I did, I would have killed him along with the queens.’ Lettle felt her stomach churn with the knowledge of the truth. ‘But I suppose…I wasn’t the one to kill them, was I?’ Nerad said. Golan took a few shaking steps with his cane. Lettle clutched her elbows, her nails digging into flesh. ‘I merely supplied the poison. You were the one to lace the chalice, don’t forget that,’ Golan said. ‘Are you sure?’ Nerad taunted. ‘That’s
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