The princess only looked to Yrene, then Chaol. “I will come with you.” Chaol didn’t dare move. Yrene said, “Alone?” “Not alone.” The mocking amusement was gone from her face. “You saved Duva’s life. And ours, if she had grown more bold.” A glance to Sartaq, who watched with mild surprise. “Duva is the best of us. The best of me.” Hasar’s throat bobbed. “So I will go with you, with whatever ships I can bring, so that my sister will never again look over her shoulder in fear.” Except in fear of one another, Chaol refrained from saying. But Hasar caught the words in his eyes. “Not her,” she said
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