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Two things stood between me and a good night’s sleep, and I was allowed to kill only one of them.
Long after decent people were asleep, I crept out of the keep.
“Impossible. You lie.” “Frequently.” I smiled without any humor.
“I’m taller than you,” is all I can think to say to my dead mother.
“There is no such thing as a worthy sacrifice. There are only those who die, and those willing to let them.”
The Nizahl Heir withdrew his hand. “Perhaps. But a temper that ignites as quickly as yours leaves ashes in its wake. I need only follow the trail.”
“Of course. Most mornings, the sun—I call her Beatrice, actually—taps my shoulder and invites me to tea with her and the mountains.
She had the temperament of a deranged goose. Every interaction he’d shared with her had thoroughly convinced him he was not dealing with a stable woman.
“I almost believed you, Suraira. Almost. But you forgot one thing.”
“You gave me your name without asking anything in return.”
“Point a dagger at me again, and it will be your last.”
“You? Paranoid? Steady me, sire, I may keel from my mount.” The corner of his mouth twitched. A small victory. I wondered if I might someday see the Nizahl Heir smile without acting as though he’d be fined for it.
Seeing you scares the villagers.” “I have done nothing to frighten them.” I shot him a dry look. “You exist.” “Despite your most accomplished efforts.”
“Are you aware you have five freckles under your jaw?” He offered this information to me with complete seriousness, as though it had escaped from a vault of secrets.
“You are not a murderer.” “I am, actually,”
