“First stab wound?” I asked faintly. Rovial’s blessed beard, what was happening in the walls of the Citadel? “Who?” “Assassins, maybe? We could only speculate.” Sefa sighed. “A painful past is no excuse. I would never defend the Nizahl Heir to you. But I wanted you to know, because… the way he looks at you sometimes. Like you are a cliff with a fatal fall, and each day you move him closer to its edge.”
