“Hope that our shared distaste for the king is enough to keep us honest.” “And if it’s not?” I asked, kicking the mud off my toes. “Then one of us is a traitor. To the Halflings, and to themselves.” It was more than just a statement; it was a dare. Riven wanted me to prove him right. That I was nothing more than a Halfling who had crossed her own kin. I wasn’t merely untrustworthy to him. I was irredeemable.
