THE BROKEN LUNA’S REVENGE
I spun, my knife in my hand, to find the tenth opponent leaning against the rock, watching me with those knowing eyes.
We need to talk, he said. About your mother. About King Lucian. About the war that is coming whether you are ready or not.
I stared at him, at the wolf who had fought me in the Pit, at the stranger who claimed to know the truth.
Who are you? I asked again.
He stepped into the light, and for the first time, I saw his face clearly. Young, handsome, with eyes that held centuries of knowledge.
My name is not important, he said, echoing Mentor's words. But the message I carry is. King Lucian did not send Mentor to train you. Mentor works for someone else. Someone who has been man
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