“Wait a moment,” Alistair murmured. His icy tone was nothing like the nervous boy who’d set her free only hours before. “You said Hendry is caught in the high magick that makes up the tournament. So if we break the tournament, what happens to him?” Hendry rested a hand on Alistair’s arm. Briony stared grimly at the trail of shimmering high magick that moved alongside him. If the tournament ended, Hendry would probably go with it. But before she could find the words to tell him that, her gaze trailed back to Elionor’s corpse. Alistair had never explained why he had killed her, but Briony could
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