A Vow So Bold and Deadly (Cursebreakers, #3)

by Brigid Kemmerer

“I had nothing to do with this. Rhen had nothing to—” She stops short, looking down, and she frowns. “It’s—it’s Chesleigh.” Chesleigh. “The spy?” I demand. “The spy who found the dagger of Iishellasan steel?” Solt is heading toward her, too. “Rhen’s spy was among them? Wake her up. We will question her—” “You can’t,” says Harper, and her voice is flat. She drops to a crouch. “She took two arrows. I’m pretty sure she’s dead.” She glances up at me. “I can’t believe she survived Lilith to bite it here.” Solt and I reach her at the same time. Harper is right—two arrows jut from the woman’s chest. She has dark hair braided tightly to her head, and a scar on her cheek that I’ve seen a hundred times in the Crystal Palace. Solt swears in Syssalah, then draws his sword and plunges it into her chest. Harper jerks back. “Holy crap. She was already dead.” “She deserves worse,” he snaps. “I agree,” I say. My chest is tight with worry. I look at the other soldiers. “Break camp. We need to go.” Harper looks at me. “What’s wrong? Do you know her?” “Her name isn’t Chesleigh. It’s Ellia Maya.” I look over at Jake. “She’s not just a spy. She’s an advisor to the queen.”

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