Tarquin’s eyes narrowed as he deciphered what Five wanted to tell him. “Do you mean…why the bowl should’ve killed me? What was I doing here?”
Five nodded quickly.
Tarquin pulled in a breath. “I hate talking about it.”
Five nodded again. He carefully touched his fingers to Tarquin’s lips.
“Thank you.” Tarquin looked down at his own fingers, twisting in his lap. “There’s no reason not to tell you, though.” He forced himself to meet Five’s eyes. “Faladir…Faladir’s dead. And everyone else in the inner court already knows what happened.”
Five shrugged.
“That’s kind, but there’s really no point in not telling you.” Tarquin turned back to the bowl, unable to look at Five while he told him what he’d done. “I don’t know how much you know about the Battle of Telir. I know you said you don’t re
