nodded. “Oh, so that’s what she needed the medallion for,” I said, my eyes connecting with Samkiel’s. “It appears so,” he said, lifting his hand to wipe his mouth. Milani gaped at us both, realization slow to sink in. “What is this?” My silk bonds sizzled, and I stood up, brushing the ash from my skin. Ennis pointed the remote at me, repeatedly pressing the button. “Oh, this?” I asked, ripping the collar from around my neck. “It’s called deception, or a smaller word for you, lying.”
