#peio

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“Well, things move fast here at the palace. Sink or swim, my friend.” Mathei smiled apologetically to Cassian. “I have found I have an affinity for water,” Cassian said. Peio snorted softly, lowering his gaze from the dome to Cassian’s. Amara rewarded him with a smile. “Great Wheel,” Mathei groaned, “the innuendo in here is suffocating.” He popped up from the couch. “Why am I always subjected to this torture? My prince, my sister, and now my tailor.” He gave Amara a quick wink before he headed for the library doors. He stopped when he reached them, and glanced back. “Are you coming? At least allow me the sanctuary of a solid meal if I have to be forced to watch you make eyes at each other.” Amara’s smile broadened and she laughed, tugging Cassian after her. Peio came too, behind Cassian and Amara. pg.429

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"I thought you were going with them," he said, when he caught up. "You are the only clan I have left, Cassian Haydar. And even the roadborn who carry the Wanderer's tears know that the blood of brotherhood has always been stronger than water." pg.358

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"My water to yours, Sister River. I am beholden to you. A droplet to the sea, and if you ever have need of me, you need only call my name. I was once Peio Urbina, first son of the Speaker of Clan Urbina. Call, and this Ghost will come." pg.358

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Bek had moved a bit back, but stood with his arms folded, and Peio offered him some whispered joke as truce. Bek burst into laughter. "What is this story about?" Amara glanced at her young friend, holding back a smile. He liked that— the way she cared for their happiness. pg.214

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Peio put a hand on Bek's arm before he touched Cassian, smiling amicably. The Suloi were peaceful, and in their culture, it was bold, rude, and threatening to meet another's eyes. Because they avoided eye contact, people mistakenly judged them as shy and weak. But they could fight. And they fought dirty, and Peio was no exception. He dressed like a Republic man, in shirt and pants, had eschewed his blade and bow straps so he would be less noticeable, cut away the braids that marked his accomplishments. But when Bek looked at him, all young temper and bravado, even he recognized the look on Peio's too kind-looking face. Smuggling was an ugly, dangerous business, and Cassian liked having a partner everyone underestimated. pg.214

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"She does not seem your kind of women, Peio." Suloi women were no less confident than Amara, they were simply quieter about it. Peio snorted. "It isn't like that. She's a mage. A real one." He frowned. "Her magic... it sings. It sings to mine. Since we met her I can feel it more than I ever have." "Are you stronger?" Cassian asked. Peio shook his head. "No. Just" —he squinted, flexing his hands against the ground—"more awake." pg.211

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"She's really amazing." Peio's brow furrowed and he stuck his lower lip out over the grass blade as he pondered. "Cunning. And powerful. She could be a Matrik." pg.211

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"You can look at me, Peio." Peio shook his head violently. "No. I've seen you naked...No," he said. "And what do you do when you've made love to a woman, hmm? Never speak to her again? [skip] "And you, Cassian?" she said his name on an exhale, exactly the way he might imagine she would say it in the throes of pleasure, and he narrowed his eyes at her. "Can you look at me?" "Now?" Cassian asked, and once again, whether by her spell or her charm, said more than he meant to, "or after I've made love to you?" He had thought it might sound flippant, teasing. But it sounded like the invitation his roaring desire wanted it to be. pg.162