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“Congratulations on tomorrow,” Bron said, grinning. “A fitting end, eh?”
    A fitting end would have been me in a grave, burning in hell.
    “The Cauldron,” Ianthe said, “has blessed all of us with such a union.” The males murmured their agreement, bowing their heads again. I ignored it.
    “I have to say,” Bron went on, “that trial—with the Middengard Wyrm? Brilliant. One of the most brilliant things I ever saw.”
    It was an effort not to push myself wholly flat against the wall, not to think about the reek of that mud, the gnashing of those flesh-shredding teeth bearing down upon me. “Thank you.”
    “Oh, it sounded terrible,” Ianthe said, stepping closer as she noted Iwas no longer wearing that bland smile. She put a hand on my arm. “Such bravery is awe-inspiring.”
    I was grateful, so pathetically grateful, for the steadying touch. For the squeeze. I knew then that she’d inspire hordes of young Fae females to join her order—not for worshipping their Mother and Cauldron, but to learn how she lived , how she could shine so brightly and love herself, move from male to male as if they were dishes at a banquet.
    “We missed the hunt the other day,” Hart said casually, “so we haven’t had a chance to see your talents up close, but I think the High Lord will be stationing us near the estate next month—it’d be an honor to ride with you.”
    Tamlin wouldn’t allow me out with them in a thousand years. And I had no desire to tell them that I had no interest in ever using a bow and arrow again, or hunting anything at all. The hunt I’d been dragged on two days ago had almost been too much. Even with everyone watching me, I hadn’t drawn an arrow.
    They were still waiting for a reply, so I said, “The honor would be mine.”
    “Does my father have you two on duty tomorrow, or will you be attending the ceremony?” Ianthe said, putting a distracting hand on Bron’s arm. Precisely why I sought her out at events.
    Bron answered her, but Hart’s eyes lingered on me—on my crossed arms. On my tattooed fingers. He said, “Have you heard from the High Lord at all?”
    Ianthe stiffened, and Bron immediately cut his gaze toward my inked flesh.
    “No,” I said, holding Hart’s gaze.
    “He’s probably running scared now that Tamlin’s got his powers back.”
    “Then you don’t know Rhysand very well at all.”
    Hart blinked, and even Ianthe kept silent. It was probably the most assertive thing I’d said to anyone during these parties.
    “Well, we’ll take care of him if need be,” Hart said, shifting on his feet as I continued to hold his gaze, not bothering to soften my expression.
    Ianthe said to him, to me, “The High Priestesses are taking care of it. We will not allow our savior to be treated so ill.”
    I schooled my face into neutrality. Was that why Tamlin had initially sought out Ianthe? To make an alliance? My chest tightened a bit. I turned to her. “I’m going up. Tell Tamlin I’ll see him tomorrow.”
    Tomorrow, because tonight, Ianthe had told me, we’d spend apart. As dictated by their long-held traditions.
    Ianthe kissed my cheek, her hood shielding me from the room for a heartbeat. “I’m at your disposal, Lady. Send word if you need anything.”
    I wouldn’t, but I nodded.
    As I slipped from the room, I peered toward the front—where Tamlin and Lucien were surrounded by a circle of High Fae males and females. Perhaps not as refined as some of the others, but … They had the look of people who had been together a long time, fought at each other’s sides. Tamlin’s friends. He’d introduced me to them, and I’d immediately forgotten their names. I hadn’t tried to learn them again.
    Tamlin tipped his head back and laughed, the others howling with him.
    I left before he could spot me, easing through the crowded halls until I was in the dim, empty upstairs of the residential wing.
    Alone in my bedroom, I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I’d