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Chapter 13

“Did he threaten you?” Doreius asked, rushing to her side.

“It doesn’t matter,” Driada said. “Nobody helped him up from the water. That has to be far more humiliating than losing his slave.”

She looked out toward the water, searching for any trace of the siren she had seen before. But the water was calm, and there were no shadows dancing across its surface.

Whoever helped the slave today, god or otherwise: thank you. 3

It had been four weeks since the king’s death. Thea was becoming increasingly irritated at being kept in the shadows. She had scarcely had a chance to call for any kind of political meeting at all, be it with nearby tribes or allies further to the north. Her councilmen insisted she needed time to grieve, which was true—but that time had passed. My husbandwill not return ever again. What good will my grief do me—and what good will it do my kingdom?They did not yet see her as the proper ruler. This place was still Arkon’s Ios in their minds.