Chapter 93
Hazel glanced back at Ben, in the cage. He was standing, hands curled around the bars. When he saw her turn his way, he gave her a somewhat unsteady smile, like he was trying to put on a brave face—a smile that she couldn’t possibly deserve. “But you are still mine,” the Alderking continued. “You would do well not to forget it, Hazel. Come forward and kneel before me.” She knelt, feeling the cold of the stone seep up into the strange, almost metallic cloth of the pants she wore. Remember to kneel. “Look at me,” the Alderking said. She did, seeing the poison green of his eyes and the long raven-feather cape draped over his shoulders, each feather the glimmering blue-black of an oil slick. He was ruinously beautiful in the way that knives and scalpels can be beautiful. She’d tried to av
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