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“Opposite end of the corridor from Rokai’s. Third from the end.”

“Got it,” Jhan said, setting off at a run again. He made it up the grand staircase in record time, then through the arch and to the left toward Rokai’s royal residence. He ran straight past itand toward the opposite end of the corridor. Doing a quick count, he stopped at the third from the end and took a moment to compose himself. Once he had the beating of his heart under control, he knocked on the door.

Almost at once Elspeth pulled it open. “Oh, it’s you.”

“I am Jhan.”

“Don’t suppose you brought me something suitable to wear to the ceremony?”

“Was I supposed to?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I was told someone would deliver something shortly.”

“How long ago was that?” Jhan asked.

“Six or seven minutes.”

“Oh, they’re probably working on it. I’m sure they’ll be here soon.”

“Okay. What do you want?”

Jhan wasn’t prepared for exactly that question. “I’m gifted at a lot of things, but not at small talk. I’m much better with direct conversation, and actions, for that matter.”

“I can do that.”

He nodded. “Good…” he said, preparing to explain why he was here.

“I hear you’re an assassin.”

His brows shot up almost off his forehead and he simply looked at her for a few seconds.

“Too direct?” she finally asked.

“Not exactly. Just unexpected.”

“Okay. I’m going to repeat myself since you didn’t answer. I hear you’re an assassin.”

“I am,” he said. “But that’s not common knowledge.”

“I find it fascinating.”

“You do?” Jhan asked.

“I do. Do you mind that I’m a warrioress?”

“Not at all, why would I mind that?”

“Many males are intimidated by it.”

“They’re fools. Weak fools.”

Elspeth grinned.

“Since you were comfortable enough to be so direct, I shall be the same,” Jhan said.

“Go ahead,” she encouraged.

“I believe that you are my Ehlealah. I intend to claim you, and bind you to me in every way possible.”

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