“What was in the wrapping?” I asked. “What wrapping?” “The charm you handed Jespyr.” Ravyn fastened his saddle. “The head of a viper. I keep it covered, lest I injure myself on the fangs.” I raised my brows. “I didn’t think you carried a charm.” “I do.” He gave me a fleeting smile. “Just not for the same reason as everyone else.” I shuddered and looked away. “I suppose venom is a happier death than torture in the King’s dungeon.”
