Mor’s fingers squeezed mine, and I glanced down at our clasped hands. If they understood what that meant, these guards wouldn’t be smirking right now. They could take all our blades, but like my father’s fists, they couldn’t take my strands. Maybe I could summon that creature again if I thought about him hard enough and he could rip this steward to pieces. I imagined piecing together my story-strand halo-head that had devoured quite a few bad men in this very room when we brought Gareth to justice.
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“You may have been important to the former queen, but you don’t have allies here. The guards paused at the doors, and one of them said, “He’s asked to see you right away, so go on in.” My stomach churned at the thought of some usurper-why was it always a usurper?-sitting in Braith’s throne room. I glanced up in annoyance, wondering why Dylun had come to such an abrupt halt. Mor’s steadying hand helped me regain my balance. I almost ran into Dylun when he stopped in front of me.
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