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... expected. Still perfumed from the festivities, but silent now—save for the sound of our footsteps echoing off the obsidian walls and the distant throb of torches.
Draegon’s arm was warm beneath my hand, but I couldn’t stop the way my fingers trembled against his sleeve. I waited, waited until the last turn in the hall, until we were out of sight and out of earshot.
Then I said, quietly, "You should tell them."
He didn’t slow. "Tell who?"
"Your brothers," I murmure ...
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