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“Death.” The familiar word rattled in my mouth as I tried to discover some new meaning.
“The treaty between clans guarantees our safety.” Finn didn’t let go of me. “It’s a part of the oldest pact. That man violated the agreement, and now he must pay the price.”
“Pay the price.” My legs lost their strength. I pushed away from Finn to sit at the table. “Death? The letch slides a hand along my breast, and the penalty is death?”
“Safety cannot be violated.” Liam slid the bolt back into place, locking the Brien out of our house of twigs.
“Regan really will harm the children, won’t she?” The table seemed to sway before me. “If she’s so willing to execute one of her own, she won’t hesitate to murder the sorcis.”
“It’s not about Regan,” Finn said. “The treaty was created long before any o
