Was she looking at the rain, or something beyond? He sipped from his goblet. Despite her arrogance, she was clever, and relatively kind, and somewhat charming. But where was that writhing darkness? Why didn’t it show itself so he could just throw her into the dungeon and call off this ridiculous competition? There was something great and deadly concealed within her, and he didn’t like it. He’d be ready—when the time came, he’d be waiting. He just wondered which one of them would survive.
