“Sacrifice is the foundation of the rebellion,” he growled, his fists clenched at his sides. “Your mother, my wife, died for it.” He opened his mouth to finish, but I spoke before he could. “And if Verena dies for it, the way into the palace dies with her.” Aelira folded her hands on the table. “And if we spare her?” I considered my words carefully before I said them. “If you let me save her, if you help me, then I’ll take you inside. I will help you defeat the king.”
