Valeria's POVAlejandro locked the chamber door before he said another word.I watched him do it, watched the way his hand shook slightly as he turned the key, and felt my own heartbeat climb into my throat. He had never locked a door around me before. Not once. Whatever this map was, whatever it meant to him, it was serious enough that he didn't want anyone — not a guard, not a servant, not even Duarte — walking in on this conversation.He turned to face me, and his expression was unlike anything I'd seen from him before. Not the calm authority he wore in the throne room. Not the quiet warmth he sometimes let slip when he thought no one else was watching. Not even anger, though I'd half expected that.Fear. Plain, unguarded fear."The map shouldn't exist," he said.I tightened my grip on the parchment, holding it a little closer to my chest, as if some part of me worried he might try to take it from me. "My mother left it," I said. "It's mine."He froze completely. For a moment he di
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