“I need eyes in the darkness,” Julien says, still petting his hair. “Could you be that for me?” Julien’s supposed to punish him. Not give him a reward he never dared hope for. Using his talents for Julien, instead of against him? Being his ally, instead of his opponent? “I said anything.” “You did.” Julien’s hand slides low, and he traces Whisper’s neck, below his hairline. “I’m serious about needing a spy-master. But I’m also kind of making things up as an excuse to keep you here, so I can court you all over again.”
