“Kaan, who’s in your Creators-damn arms?” I turn, storming toward the doorway. “I love you, Veya, but I can’t do this here. I need Agni.” Now. I’m almost through when Veya screams at me from behind—her voice so shrill I picture a blade whirring toward me. “Kaan Llúk Vaegor. Tell me who that is, or I will fill your pallet with hurky beetles every slumber for the rest of your long, miserable existence, so fucking help me!” I blow out a sigh and turn. Cutting me another sharp look, she steps close, gaze dropping. She tugs back the hood, eases Raeve’s blood-soaked hair aside— And gasps. I look
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