BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.
"You have chased that question through memory after memory tonight. A cloaked traitor, faceless, hidden. You have assumed, this whole time, that the answer waits somewhere ahead of you. Some council member, some stranger with a grudge against a king who trusted too easily."
Caierre's heart was hammering now, hard enough he could feel it in his throat.
"Tell me," he said. "Just tell me who it was."
The figure was silent for a long moment. The dark around them seemed to hold its breath along with him.
"You have been searching," it said, finally, quiet, almost tender in how carefully it delivered the words, "for the wrong traitor all along."
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