The summit was fast approaching, and still Mhazara was no nearer to identifying the traitor amongst the court. She was starting to convince herself that the “spy” she was supposed to be hunting was no more than a figment of her handler’s imagination. Each day that passed without a clear result magnified Adrial’s impatience and surliness bordering on outright hostility.
It wasn’t as if Mhazara wasn’t trying, but the fact of the matter was she had told him from the start that she was weak in the Gift. He was going to have to find his spy the old-fashioned way.
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