As she walked across the outer ward’s tile floor, theVagaries queen ignored the cries of those still imprisoned in wooden cages. “What are you going to do?” Shailiha shouted. Traax held the blade to the sun. As he rode past the prince he gave Tristan a hard stare.
Black sailcloth had been wound around the corpse lyingthere. Before incapacitating him, Xanthus had ordered Tristan to sit in a simple wooden chair, fromwhich he could clearly view the Darkling’s grotesque handiwork. The twin doors shut heavily behind them. Serena had searched Einar’s face with her piercing eyes.
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