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It was an honor to be sent to this new group of kaló. Magicians who served the pleasure of the Khasar and his plans to conquer the known world.
Oh for gods’ sake,” Tristan muttered. “Are you spreading your syrup with your knife?” He looked up. “Yes.” Kestrel raised a single eyebrow. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t that knife buried in somebody’s gut yesterday?” “It was.” Roan stared at him, clearly unfazed. “I cleaned it.” Suddenly Adrian laughed, and the rest of them laughed too.
“No one will hear anything now,” he said. “The sound is sealed.” Terror rolled through me so quickly I was dizzy. No. No, I couldn’t have been so wrong about him. About all of them. Could I? I thought they were safe. After last night I thought everything was different. I thought— It didn’t matter.
