Of Mist and Shadow (The Mist King #1)

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“The room was…fine, if you were someone who enjoyed the soulless eyes of dead animals watching your every movement. It seemed someone—likely the king—had a penchant for hunting.”

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“What makes you so sure I’d try something stupid?”
“I’ve spent more than five minutes in your presence,” he threw over his shoulder. “That was enough.”

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“Don’t worry,” he said in a low growl. “It would have to kill me before I would let it take you from me.”

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“Nothing,” Nellie answered for me, her voice thick with dread. “He did nothing, Val.”
Val’s brows pinched together. “That makes no fucking sense.”

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“Well.” A pause. “No. The mists are dangerous. You wouldn’t survive out there alone.”
A bitter laugh popped from my throat. “That is exactly what Oberon said to keep us in line.”
Toryn fell silent. Clearly, he couldn’t come up with a good argument. Because there wasn’t one.”

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“This is annoying,” I said to them. “Don’t you want to go help them?”
No answer, but what did I expect? They were horses.”