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He smirked at me. “We’ll talk aboutthatlater.”

“I can take a tour later as well. We need to talk. Somewhere private.”

Demos’s arm tensed for a moment, but he nodded, his expression immediately serious. “Who do you want to attend?”

“Just us for now.” I had no doubt Lorian would be meeting with Galon and the others too. “And Madinia.”

Tibris winced. “Seriously?”

“Yes. Don’t tell me you’ve just been ignoring her since you got here?”

“She was one of the queen’s ladies,” Tibris muttered, and Asinia nodded.

I sighed. “She saved my life twice that night. She’s the reason we managed to get the amulet to Lorian. And she’s now all alone, which means she has just as many reasons to hate the king as we do.”

Tibris sighed. “Fine. Anyone else?”

“Vicer. We keep it small and figure out who we need from there. But let’s gather quickly before any of the fae wonder what we’re doing.”

I could feel eyes on me from every direction as we walked through the camp, and I fought the urge to hunch my shoulders. Tibris met my gaze. “They’re just curious,” he said.

Movement in the arena caught my attention. Cavis was training with one of the hybrids. From the way the hybrid’s arm trembled as he swung his sword, he was one of the prisoners we’d rescued from Regner’s dungeon.

The hybrid sidestepped, and I grinned as I recognized his face. “Dashiel. How is he?”

Demos shrugged. “Like all of them, he’s got a long way to go. Some of them…their only goal was to get free. And now that they’re free, they don’t know what to do with themselves.”

More heads were turning as the hybrids from the prison called out greetings to me. Lina raised her hand, and I smiled back at her. I hoped we would get a chance to talk.

Asinia linked her arm through mine. “We’ve appropriatedan extra tent for meetings. I’ll show you where it is.”

“I’ll go find Madinia and Vicer,” Tibris said, wandering away.

I had to suppress the urge to grab his hand and ask him to stay. Now that I was back with Asinia and my brothers, I didn’t want to let any of them out of my sight.

Demos nodded toward the huge fires to our left. “I’ll get some food. You must be hungry.”

Asinia steered me to the left, past the huge cooking fires and the men and women hard at work. The tent Asinia hadappropriatedwas close to the cooking area, at the edge of the sprawling city of tents.

“What’s that?” I asked, nodding at a huge building behind us.

“The armory,” Asinia said. “I haven’t been inside, but Demos snuck in and took a look around. He didn’t seem pleased.” She sneered, and I suppressed a smile. Obviously, being neighbors in the prison, escaping together, and being forced to work together in this camp still hadn’t thawed their frosty relationship.

“Prisca.” Madinia approached from the left, Tibris next to her. She had dark circles beneath her bright-blue eyes, and her wealth of red hair was tangled.

“Madinia.” I smiled at her. “Were you taking a nap?”

Madinia just shrugged. Clearly, she wasn’t doing well. She gestured to the tent. Made of some kind of heavy-duty canvas, the entrance was high enough that we didn’t need to duck our heads as we stepped inside.

A large, circular oak table dominated the inside of the tent, surrounded by eight chairs.

Madinia took one of the chairs as Tibris stepped inside with Demos and Asinia.

I studied both my brothers. Considering how antagonistic they’d been toward each other in the castle, they both seemed to be…tolerating each other well.

I sat, Asinia planting herself on my left, Demos on my right. Within a few moments, we were sitting around the table, snacking on roast lamb, flatbread, and fresh vegetables.

Tibris had a faint smile on his face as he watched me. “The food is good here,” he said.