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Her eyes darted across the room as she searched for a solution, but she knew she would find no answers there.

Spinning to face her brother, Kallie folded her hands over her chest. "I want to speak to him."

Terin looked to the door and back at her, confusion twisting across his features. "Graeson? I can go get him."

Kallie snatched Terin's arm as he made to leave. "Not Graeson. I want to speak to Fynn."

Terin scratched the back of his head. "Why?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Does there have to be a reason?"

"No, but like I told Dani, speaking to the dead is no way to move forward."

"Terin, your mother is on the verge of charging everyone with treason. I need to speak to someone who will tell me the truth, not just what I wish to hear!" Kallie's hand loosened around his arm, but she did not let go. She couldn't get herself to.

She didn't know if Terin would let her speak to Fynn, but she needed to try.

Terin ground his teeth together, his jaw flexing as he stared at her, debating. He squeezed his eyes shut, wrinkles creasing his forehead.

Kallie knew the moment he had made his decision, for his shoulders relaxed and he released a heavy sigh.

"Fine," he said, giving in. "But this is the last time. The dead need to rest, too."

Chapter 49

MYRA

The hingesof the cell door ground together, stirring Myra from her sleep.

She didn't know when she had fallen asleep nor how she could, but none of that mattered now. Although Laurince's helmet was still on, she didn't need to see his face nor hear his voice to recognize whom the emotions filtering into her cell belonged to.

She stumbled to her feet, her legs only slightly trembling once she stood.

"What took you so long?" she hissed as she rushed over.

Myra's brows furrowed as she quickly spotted a smear of blood on his breastplate. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "What happened?"

She began to reach out but thought better of it, dropping her hand.

"I'm fine," Laurince assured her. Then he peered behind him and down the hall. "Move."

She took a step back, and Laurince entered, dragging an unconscious body behind him. Her mouth fell agape as he propped the Frenzian King against one of the cold, stone walls.Like Laurince, a smattering of blood was spread across his clothes.

"Is he all right?" Myra asked, falling on her knees before the king.

She pressed her palms against his face and swiped away the fallen strands of wine-red hair stuck to his forehead from sweat.

Rian groaned, but his eyes remained closed.

"Yes," Laurince said, and she breathed out in relief. "Though, I can't say the same for the healer."

Myra's eyes widened. "Did you--"

"If you do not want the answer," he said, cutting her off, "do not ask the question."

Myra bit the bottom of her lip but remained silent. He was right; she did not wish to know.

"I hadn't expected the healer to be there, so I did what had to be done, " Laurince said. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Especially when the asshole threatened me with a scalpel and bone saw."

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