Chapter 15 · free to read
The south had a saying: a Mu never fogs a mirror. He had been raised on it, laughed at it, and never once had cause to test it.
The covenant was carved plainly and the prince had read it three times. Freely given, it said. It never once said the giving was free.
The adjutant had spent nine years reading a man who never said anything. Reading a prince who said everything took her about four seconds.
He had nothing warm to give. He had never had anything warm to give. He gave the only thing he owned that had ever kept anyone alive.
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