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Tamar moved to her—the very near Zosime undetected at the moment by a very distracted Meadow as concerned eyes roved over her friend, surprise—so much surprise—when the woman spoke. Reyson was here—why had he not called for her?

Her brows only furrowed in both worry and concern as the Morphe continued—and then her heart felt like ice. This had to be the fallout. She had prepared herself for this moment—she had known it would come. It always did.

“Broken? I had gone—I just saw him. He was… aggravated, certainly, but not…” Not broken. “I did speak to the Pharaoh. He requested an audience with me—Reyson told you this?” She paused, that icy feeling continuing through her heart. “He was upset with that?”

More importantly—why did this have Tamar resorted to tears?