The Mate She Can’t See
“We watch him and wait, and when he slips, we strike.”
Ronald nodded, but I could see how much he hated standing still. So did I.
“Go on,” I told him. “Get some rest.”
“You too,” he said.
I almost laughed. Rest? With a traitor sitting among my Council? That was impossible.
I waited until the hall was empty, then doubled back through the courtyard, down to the Elders’ private houses. Mathias’s place sat near the largest tree, old stone walls that looked as cold as the man himself. I knocked once, hard enough to make it echo.
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