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Alasyr waited until he was certain no one had followed him, and then he quietly slipped into the room.
Asherley’s voice made him jump. “Who are you?” She approached him so quickly he almost tripped. “What do you want?”
He held his hands out, bidding her to lower her voice. “My name is Alasyr. I am the eldest son of Varinya and Argentyn. And no one knows I'm here right now.”
Asherley regarded him with hard suspicion. “You answered one of my questions. Now you’ll answer the other.”
Her commanding manner took Alasyr back. She was quite confident for a woman who was a prisoner, with no reasonable means of escape. But he could see Emberley in her. In the high swell of her cheeks as she held her head aloft; the burning darkness behind her eyes. Both women had learned to turn
