“And what of these?” I said, gesturing to my scars. “Do you know how I got them?” I didn’t dare chance even a glance at the servants’ door, or what happened beyond it. But I did catch Max’s eye, just once. I loved the way he looked at me. Reshaye’s delight had begun to sour, and it hissed and spit like a cat at the back of my skull. Still, it ignored me, refusing to speak. That was fine. I was doing quite well without it. I smiled at Ahzeen, even though my headache spiked. “Your father gave them to me. The night that I killed him.” Ahzeen’s one visible eye widened. A shocked wave of whispers
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