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Merlin and the Dowager.
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The same hidden door.
The same passageway.
Voices, drifting further and further away.
Merlin possessed the chalice.
She must know something about its significance. She was too cunning—the coincidence too improbable.
And Igraine was involved.
His wind eased open the door. No lock barred his way.
A bit of luck, finally.
Parys carried away the sound of his own footsteps, walking quickly. They were far ahead of him, but he was gaining.
He focused every scrap of his power—bidding one wind to carry their words back to him while another hid his footfalls.
A bead of sweat slid down his temple.
Headache forgotten.
Book still tight under his arm.
“She is getting close…” Igraine.
Quick footsteps—descending stairs.
Then Merlin— “I already have all I need.”
Could she already possess the sacred trinity?
No, that was impossible. The scabbards and the sword were with Veyka.
But who was ‘she’? Another conspirator in whatever plot they’d hatched?
Was it a bid for power… a coup? He had to warn Gwen—
They collided so hard, Parys barely managed to wrap them in a torrent of air to keep the sound from escaping. He was no good with a dagger, but his wind could steal the air from—
Gwen.
She grabbed his forearm, pulling him to his feet.
“What—” he stammered.
“The Shadows. I caught one of their runners. I am following his scent to find how he entered the goldstone palace.
Scent. Of course—her dark lioness would sense such things, even when she was in her fae form.
“Merlin and Igraine,” Parys said. He tilted his head in their direction. Touched a finger to his lips.
He’d tell Gwen the rest later.
