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As Kallie sat there, her mind spinning, she knew there was only one person who would be able to quiet her tumultuous thoughts.

Chapter 51

MYRA

"Who the fuck are you?"Laurince asked the woman chained to the wall.

The woman did not flinch. She only stared at Myra, her dull, gray eyes fixed on her.

"You knew we were coming?" Myra asked.

"I always know," the seer said. Her black hair fell across her face in thick, greasy strands.

"Do youknowher?" Laurince asked Myra in shock.

"It's...complicated," Myra said to Laurince, recalling the first time she had met the woman. If she stared at the ground long enough, she could almost make out the stain where the guard had cut off Mynhos's hand by order of the king.

Shivering, she returned her attention to the woman. "Do you know where my brother is?" she asked.

The woman chained to the wall nodded. "Close the door. We do not have much time," the seer said, glancing behind them.

Myra stepped forward, but Laurince snatched her wrist, pulling her back.

"What are you doing?" Laurince demanded, his eyes wide. "We don't have time to chat."

"She knows where he is," Myra urged, tugging her arm free from Laurince's grasp. "Stay outside if you wish, but I want answers."

She passed the threshold of the woman's cell. When Myra turned to shut the door, Laurince slapped it away with his hand.

"Fine," Laurince whispered, though his reluctance was apparent as he helped the king inside.

Rian sat against the wall with a groan in relief, and the cell door clicked shut behind them.

"Care to explain now," Laurince demanded.

"I am the very reason you are here," the woman said ominously.

"Excuse me?" Laurince's eyes widened. He reached for his sword.

"She is the reason Domitius knew to take Kallie, the reason I was taken," Myra said. "She has been providing the king with his information."

"So she's a fucking traitor," Laurince hissed, pulling out his sword, the metal sliding against the leather sheath, shattering the silence.

The woman chuckled. "Put the sword away, you fool."

"You're a traitor," Laurince spat.

"Today is not the day I will die," the seer said, unfazed by Laurince's anger

"No? Are you sure about that," Laurince challenged. He made to step forward, but before he could, Myra placed her hand atop his.

With a sneer, Laurince met her gaze. Myra felt for the invisible strings connecting to his emotions, but she didn't pull or transform them.

She waited.

After a moment that seemed to span time, Laurince's hand finally relaxed beneath hers. Although a deep-rooted wariness still sparkled in his eyes, he sheathed his sword.

He turned to the seer. "You have one minute to explain."

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