Rathborne pushed away from the table. Tor rushed to his side as he staggered to the door. Wren could tell the soldier was studying Rathborne – the colour quickly draining from his pallor, the sweat beading on his brow. Another minute and that pesky Gevran might figure out what she did. She jostled Tor out of the way. ‘Stand back. Let his guards through.’ Tor stepped back, and the palace guards promptly escorted Rathborne from the room. Wren followed them out into the hallway. ‘Tell Chapman to fetch Hector. Ah. There is such a twisting in my stomach. It burns.’ Rathborne winced. ‘She warned me
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