"Now that we've settled that," Rhys drawled from behind me, "can we please eat? I'm famished." Amren opened her mouth with a wry smile, but he added, "Do not say what you were going to say, Amren." Rhys gave Cassian a sharp look. Both of them were still bruised--but healing fast. "Unless you want to have it out on the roof." Amren clicked her tongue and instead jerked her chin at me. "I heard you grew fangs in the forest and killed some Hybern beasts. Good for you, girl." "She saved his sorry ass is more like it," Mor said, filling her glass of wine. "Poor little Rhys got himself in a bind." I held out my own glass for Mor to fill. "He does need unusual amounts of coddling." Azriel choked on his wine, and I met his gaze--warm for once. Soft, even. I felt Rhys tense beside me and quickly looked away from the spymaster" --