Page 90 of The Throne's Undoing

After several moments, the guard eventually realized Graeson wasn't an immediate threat and relaxed...marginally so.

Night swept over the room, but the moon's glow shone directly on Kalisandre, as if a beacon on her slumbering form.

He pressed his palm against the wall, anchoring him to the spot as something stirred within him.

Terin's voice broke through the silence soaking the hall. "You still haven't gone to see her."

Graeson steeled his expression, wiping the tension from his forehead as much as possible before shifting away from the infirmary's entrance and facing Terin.

Graeson folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall beside the door. "I am here, aren't I?"

"But are you going to go inside?" Terin asked.

"She needs time to rest." He shrugged, feigning nonchalance when he felt anything but.

Terin peered into the infirmary, his fingers tapping along the doorframe. With a sigh, he shook his head. "All she does is rest."

Graeson's fingers dug into his biceps. "Her mind isn't--"

"Gray," Terin interrupted, tilting his head toward the infirmary. "Go see her."

"Has she asked for me?" Graeson asked, arching a brow.

Terin hesitated. "No, but--"

"But nothing," Graeson said, shaking his head. "I promised that I would set her mind free and let her live her life."

"Is that what you are doing then?"

"Yes."

"Not sulking?" Terin pressed, arching a brow.

The muscles in Graeson's jaw went taut. "I amnotsulking."

"If you say so, pal." Terin patted Graeson on the shoulder, which Graeson immediately shrugged off. Terin released a heavy sigh as he brushed his chestnut brown waves back. "I'm sorry, Gray."

Graeson snorted and pushed himself off the wall. He started walking down the corridor, but he didn't make it more than a few steps before Terin was tugging his arm, calling him to a stop.

"Graeson, wait."

He spun. "Is that an order, myprince?"

Terin's lips parted, his features contorting. "Gray, what--"

But Graeson didn't let Terin finish as his anger propelled him forward. "That's what led you to believe that you didn't need to inform me of your plan to betray Kalisandre and destroy her mind, right?"

The muscles in Terin's jaw flexed, his gaze hardening. "Watch yourself, Gray."

"Or what? Will you name me a traitor?" Graeson took a step closer, the toes of his boots nearly touching Terin's. "You forget who I am."

Terin huffed, rolling his eyes. "I do not forget who you are, Graeson. It is because of who you are and what she means to you that we did not include you in this decision."

"Is that so?"

"Yes!" Terin shouted. But as if recalling the time of night, he straightened, brushing a hand over his face and wiping the slip of anger from his expression. When he spoke next, his voice was calmer, quieter. "You are stubborn, Graeson. And that stubbornness can blind you. If we had spoken to you about letting Cetia and Ellie look at Kallie's mind, you would have said no and done anything you could to prevent it."

"Of course I would have prevented it! As you should have. She's your sister!"

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