"I'd hoped you loving her would open your damned eyes." "I do not love her," Makram said. Tareck flicked his gaze up and snorted. "Wheel preserve me, the lies you tell yourself." He glanced toward the arch, then leaned forward, pitching his voice low. "I warned her that your brother is unstable because you can't pull your head out of your ass to do so. I did it to protect the only ruler I believe has the interest of the people at heart. The only one who sees things clearly. I want to believe it of you, but you remain blinded by your loyalty to your brother. He might have been friend to you once, but he is no longer." "Do not say such things," Makram rebuked, darting a look at the doors. If Kinus heard him he'd be in prison. Cold hands squeezed around his heart. Tareck stood as he was, stone-faced and silent, watching as realization took Makram and put a stranglehold on him. Naime wouldn't even sentence a man she knew was guilty without a trial. Kinus would imprison a loyal man for even daring to speak words that suggested he was unjust. Makram pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. "Go escort the Sultana," he said. Tareck bowed and strode away. pg.301

















