“How do you want to play this?” Dorian murmured. “Do you want me to keep quiet, or be at your side?” “Asterin is my Second.” “And what am I, then?” The smooth question ran a hand down her spine, as if he’d caressed her with those invisible hands of his. “You are the King of Adarlan.” “Shall I be a part of the discussions, then?” “If you feel like it.”
