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His reaction took much of the wind out of her storm-blown sails. Disa's black lips twitched over her clenched teeth.

"You are. It can't," the Halcón said after a tense moment. She left the words to hang, brief and begging questions, while the anger drained and washed away the evidence of its brief claim on her face. She shut her eyes, took a single measured breath, and reached for the flat, joyless tone and matching face that she had so carefully constructed.

"Grow anything else, but not green. I will grow it. I know about poisons." Not really, but what little Alaric had passed on could be built upon. A strange glimmer passed across Disa's eyes - a distant star chasing its end. "And give me Soto. He can help."