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Kayden sat quietly . . . watching Dvarius. For the first time in days, he seemed at peace.
She hated to do or say anything to break that peace, but she knew there were decisions and plans to be made — and the quicker they got to it, the better she would feel.
Before she could say a word, however, he spoke up.
“Kayden, this is nice . . . and I am really enjoying not being shot at, for once, but you must know that there are things we have to talk about.”
She looked over at him in surprise. It was as if he had read her mind.
“You know I'm right, love.”
“Yes, I do. I was telling myself only a moment ago that we need to discuss some things. I was trying to figure out how long I could allow you to relax before breaking the silence.”
She shook her head in wonder. Had he been reading her mind or were their thoughts becoming so in-tune that he didn't need to?
“It was important for us to have time to rest, after all that we’ve been through. And we needed time together, without constant interruptions. But we cannot sit here and ignore what is going on out there. If nothing else, I cannot forget that my mother is in the palace with at least one killer.”
Kayden winced at the reminder of her mentor. She still had not told Dvarius just how much Alfreid had meant to her while she was growing up.
She was not certain if it would be a good idea . . . but she knew he was right about how dangerous it was to leave the Queen in the palace with so many of Drey's operatives still in place.
“You are absolutely right, darling. There is much we need to discuss. We have to figure out when . . . or if . . . it will be safe to return to the palace. For that matter, it may never really be safe, so we may have to pick a time . . . and just go.”
She shrugged her shoulders a little as she said it, knowing that it would always be dangerous for them both, and it might very well be fatal for at least one of them.
“Speaking of plans, there is something specific I would like to discuss with you . . . an idea I have been toying with.”
His tone intrigued her, and when she looked up at him, his expression was one she had never seen before. There was determination in it, but also a coldness that appeared all too comfortable on his features.
What idea could he have come up with . . . that would cause that expression?
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