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“Drifter.” His voice is deep and rich beneath the scorn. “I should have known.”

I won’t rise to that bait. Everyone knows Earthmakers hate my kind. I demand, “What are you doing here?”

He stares his refusal at me.

Now that I’m so close, I notice that his eyes are the strangest I’ve ever seen. Their color shifts: blue to green, then streaked with brown, then edged with gold. They shift to green again. I frown. “What’s wrong with your eyes?”

His jaw clenches, and his eyes turn blue, as an Earthmaker’s should be. He stills as though he’s under control now, but the pulse beating hard under my knife and the tension of his lean, muscled body tells me his control is thin.

He says steadily, “What do you want with Count Martel, an enemy of the king?”

I press the blade harder and feel a wash of satisfaction when he winces. “I’m asking the questions.”




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Belos crouches down, studying me. He sighs, taking his time, brushing hair from my face. I wrench my head away.

“You do look like your mother, you know. I see the resemblance, with you bound here before me as she was before she died.”

Somewhere behind me, Horik gives a muffled shout.

I choke on my own horror. Belos’s lip twitch with amusement.

“It was almost in this very spot. Do you know, the last thing she saw was me lifting you into my arms?” He slips the Shackle’s cuff over my pinned hand and says with satisfaction, “You must have always known it would come to this.”