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Dripped her throat, squeezed “Tell lanced up afterand forever in them “Dmitri” Soh the fine linen of the shirt, his tendons taut
His face, however, showed nothing “You shouldn’t be touching ht now, Honor”
She jerked away her hand, but the fear she felt had nothing to do with hiht to life by a naand yet it incited not only fear but an anger beyond rage, beyond fury “Tell me”
Dmitri’s voice reel who Made me I stabbed her in the heart and cut her into pieces for it”
Pleasure, vicious and wild, intertwined with a haunting despair, roared through her Shocked, she dropped the pen she’d been using to explain her reasoning and stumbled backward from the table
Dmitri’s eyes didn’tit loose from the messy bun at her nape, and made her way to the kitchen with jerky steps “That’s where I saw this code” On Isis’s writing desk—at the start, when she’d taken him to her chambers “She called it her little secret, but her courtiers and friends had to know it because she wrote notes to thele out a naress
Right now, it was Honor who held his attention
As he watched, she began to make tea with the methodical motions of a woman who had often done the same task—and yet who now took care with each and every step of the process The kind of thing Ingrede had done when she needed to cal on the bench that separated the kitchen area fro areas, “do you know of Isis?”
The space was open on both sides, so he couldn’t block her in, but Honor, skittish as she was, didn’t seem to want to run frolass teapot, her bones pushing white against her skin, she see,” she said, putting down the hot water jug and setting the pale red-orange tea to steep “Yet I want to dance on her grave”
The nad erave,” he said, looking into those deep green eyes full of secrets “Wehad survived, so to take root
“We?”
He saw no har the truth—it had never been a secret “Raphael was there We killed Isis together” The bond forged in that pain-soaked room beneath the keep, and in the blood and viscera of Isis’s death, was one nothing would ever break
Honor braced her hand on the counter And then she ed to an immortal, and asked a question he would’ve never expected from the scared woman who had first walked into his office “Who were you before Isis, Dmitri?”
“I broke it” A disconsolate whisper
“Let me see”