Page 134 of The Crown's Shadow

The room grew silent as Terin and the god exchanged glances. Terin’s hesitation was palpable, but they both knew what had to be done. They did not come all this way to do nothing. They had seen what the Frenzians were capable of creating in the forest. The creature that was a poor recreation of the dragon’s the original gods flew down on.

“Terin?” Medenia turned to the prince, breaking the silence. “Are you sure about this? Do you realize what you all will be starting?”

Terin shifted on his feet, his gaze sweeping over Danisinia and the god. Hesitation flickered in his eyes. But when Danisinia looked at him with a combination of eagerness and sorrow filling her countenance, Terin straightened. “Yes, I’m sure. Domitius has taken too much from my family to let him get away unscathed once again.”

“Finally!” Sylvia groaned before running down the steps leading to the cellar.

Shortly after the door to the cellar slammed shut, banging echoed beneath the floors, and the god smirked. He could almost taste the revenge on his tongue, the havoc that would soon ensue.

Medenia sighed, but she did not shrink away. She would not abandon them, for the Tetrians had known what they were signing up for from the beginning.

“Wait,” the feisty white-haired warrior said, having stepped forward. “What’s that in your hands?”

The god held up the helmet. “The prince’s helmet.”

Euralys took the helmet, turning it in her hands as she examined it. She passed it to Medenia, and one by one, they each looked at the helmet. When Danisinia held it, her top lip curved into a snarl as she examined it.

Danisinia placed it on the table. “We have one more chance. But if we help Kallie and she decides to return to them, what then, Graeson? If you have all these plans, what is your plan whenthathappens?”

“Let me deal with her,” the god said, lowering his voice.

“Yeah, because that has worked great for us so far,” the blond-headed pretty boy mumbled as he sat on the couch.

The god snarled. “The past two times we have infiltrated the castle were simply to test the castle’s defenses and get a lay of the land. It would have been too easy to snatch Kalisandre tonight.”

“Sometimes I like easy,” the blond man mumbled.

“You would,” Euralys said with an irritated sigh.

“Graeson,” Danisinia said as the god made to slip past her, fingers snapping around his wrist. “You need to be prepared for the worst. She is no longer the girl we used to know.”

He shook her hand off him.

Dani grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. Her fingers smashed his cheeks together, and the tips of her nails dug slightly into his skin.

How dare she touch me.

“What is wrong with you?” Danisinia asked.

The man’s anger rose inside him, and fear laced each strike against the cell’s door.If you lay a hand on her—

Do not worry, little human. I will not harm your precious friend.

“Nothing,” the god said, the syllables mushing together.

Danisinia jerked his head forward. “What did you do?”

The god blinked, and Daisinia’s hand fell, her shoulders sinking.

“You didn’t,” she whispered. Her gaze flicked to the others in the room. To the prince who sat at the small table, sharpening his knife, to the Tetrians now huddled in the corner, to the angry blond man leaning back on the couch, yawning.

She knows,the man hissed.

The others didn’t know who Graeson truly was,whathe was. They knew he was deadly, but they didn’t know how deadly he was. But the human did not have to worry. The god would keep his little secret. For now.

“The bullheaded king will die. That is all you need to know,” the god said before turning his back on the group.

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