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WELL, PHEW! Izramith wasn’t sure how she got out of that room alive.
During her walk back to the guesthouse, she grew both disturbed and angry with herself for being disturbed. Since when did a man, and especially a thin and bookish one like Daya, frighten her?
But the fact was: he did.
Every time she met those fathomless eyes a chill went over her. She had seen the zhadya-born men with that expression at Hedron. Wielding a knife, blood on their hands, or peeling off blistered skin from the victims they had burned.
He looked calm and in control, but every time he spoke, people froze and listened. People in this town worshiped him, and didn’t know of the dangers. Most zhadya-born betrayed their families. What if he was going to betray an entire city?
Braedon’s words that the zhadya
