“He tingled all over with unspent energy. His breathing was rapid, his voice high-pitched as he talked incessantly. "I finally figured it out!" he explained, waving his bit of cheese, crossing out onto the terrace, coming back inside. "The longer we talked, the more I realized it. She doesn't have any dark desires!" He drank deeply from his wine, then wiped a hand over the corners of his lips. "There's no one she hates, nothing she seems to want. And Kyrin has practically isolated her in this pa...lace. She doesn't know about the drought or its effect on the countryside. She doesn't know about any rebel armies. Gods, Rascal, she didn't even know about the siege, and that was right outside the city walls!" "You danced for her?" Razkili said again from the center of the room. He hadn't moved from the spot since Innowen returned. From the threshold of his bedchamber Innowen answered, "Yes, it was great! It didn't have any effect on her at all!" He gripped Razkili's arm and squeezed it as he crossed to the terrace threshold, looked out, then turned back inside.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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