Mor’s brown-silver eyes flickered. “You’re assuming I’ll let you go back to the North High Court.” “Yes.” Cress glanced back at the rippling flames. “I am.” Mor worked his jaw. “You fool,” he whispered. “I can’t honour that bargain you made with him.” “Careful,” Cress warned. “I’m still a prince even if I’m to die, so do not call me names. And promise me you’ll do as I ask.” When Mor said nothing in return, Cress added, “I went after the Queene alone, so I’ll face the punishment alone. Promise me, Mor.” Mor adjusted himself on his seat. After a moment, his broad shoulders dropped, and he
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