“Jude Duarte,” someone says. “Broken her exile to murder the High King.” “Your Majesty,” says Randalin. “Give the order.” Cardan sweeps across the floor toward me, looking like a ridiculously magnificent fiend. The guards part to let him closer, but if I make a move, I have no doubt they’ll stab me through. “I lost your cloak,” I croak up at him, my voice coming out all breath. He peers down at me. “You’re a liar,” he says, eyes glittering with fury. “A dirty, mortal liar.” I close my eyes again against the harshness of his words. But he has no reason to believe I haven’t come here to kill
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