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“Spare me your useless apologies.” His voice is cold. Empty. “You’ve done a great job with the Rebellion. Well fucking done, Tairna.” She flinches. He leans farther across the table, a vein throbbing in his forehead. “Tell me, how did I fit into your grand plan if I hadn’t married Mayah and fallen into your lap along with her? Were you pla
ing to kill me, too?”“Vayru, please, of course not! I-I am truly sorry for what you’ve endured. Without me there to support you. But Varad’s cruelty is exactly why we need to—”
Zev slams both his fists against the worn surface of the table, his iron cuffs clacking against the wood. Tairna and I both jump at the sudden sound. His chair nearly topples backward as he shoots up, thundering toward the door.
Torn, I glance back at Tairna—still seated, still crying. My questions about Mama will have to wait. I rise and follow the man who might never let me in again.