Penelope's POVThe clearing at the top of the quarry path opened up all at once, moonlight spilling across broken stone, and there she was.A girl. Younger than I expected, sixteen at most, chained at the wrist to a post driven into the rock, her eyes wide and wet in the low light."Do not move," a man's voice said from the tree line, and two figures stepped out flanking the girl, both armed, both watching us with the flat, practised calm of men who had done this before."Where is your mother," I said to the dark, though I already knew she was close. I could feel it, the same way Aria had felt her blood on the wind an hour earlier."Right here." Marguerite stepped out from behind the largest boulder, unhurried, dressed plainly, nothing about her marking her as the woman who had spent a decade building a smuggling network under a dead woman's silence. "You came faster than I expected.""Let her go," Kael said. His voice did not shake this time."You still have not asked me the only que
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