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It wasn't long before her jaw fell a little. Sagged by millimeters as the conversation continued, and then when Eljay spoke, she turned to him, shaking her head. No, I don't know him, she clarified, brows drawing together as she looked back at the visitor.

Soooo. . .you're saying Crowfeather needs a wife, and you're thinking I should be that wife? Lilitu asked. She thought that was what they were getting at, but she wanted to be sure.

And if so—wow. The greater ramifications of that. . . It would mean she'd have to leave Brecheliant, and all of her friends and allies behind. To pledge herself to Crowfeather, a man she'd never met. Jawahir talked him up, but that was kind of her job.

Was it worth it? Her gaze was undoubtedly perplexed, and concerned, but unwavering as it stayed fixed upon Jawahir.