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climb out our first-story window and drop to the ground. Mira’s out on

patrol, and as wonderful as it’s been to have her close, this is our only
chance.

“We’re on our way.”

“Don’t get caught,” Tairn warns.
“Trying not to.” Rhiannon and I sneak along the battlement wall, turning

the corner toward the field—

I run into Mira so hard that I bounce backward.
“Shit!” Rhiannon exclaims as she catches me.

“Don’t you at least check the corners?” Mira lectures, folding her arms

over her chest and staring me down in a way I might deserve. Fine, I
definitely deserve.

“In my defense, I didn’t think you’d be there,” I say slowly. “Because
you’re supposed to be on patrol.”

“You were acting super weird at dinner.” She tilts her head to the side and

studies me just like we’re kids again, seeing way too much. “So I switched
shifts. Do you want to tell me what you’re doing outside the walls?”

I glance at Rhiannon, and she looks away.
“Neither of you? Really?” She sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose.

“You two need to sneak out of a heavily fortified defensive position

because…?”
I look up at Rhiannon. “She’s going to figure it out anyway. She’s like a

bloodhound with stuff like this. Trust me.” My stomach clenches.

Rhiannon tilts her chin. “We’re flying to my family’s house.”
Mira blanches. “You think you’re what?”

“We’re flying to her village. It’s like a five-minute flight, according to

Tairn, and—” I start.
“Absolutely not.” Mira shakes her head. “Nope. You cannot fly off like

you’re on vacation. What if something happens to you?”
“At her parents’ house?” I ask slowly. “Because there’s some major