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this
argument.”
    “I’m not arguing with him, it’s the
truth.”
    “Whatever you think it is, you are being
unfair, Quinn! And besides, what can I do about the actions of my
father? I’m his youngest son, not his keeper. All we can do is try
and stop this, like we’ve always done.”
    Eden was right, though Quinn hated to admit
it. She knew he was telling the truth, and that she was throwing
accusations at his family to work through her own anger. Eden
didn’t need to convince her of anything, and he needn’t fear that
she’d dig her heels in and stay in Kahnel for Sammah to come and
scoop her up back to Everfell. Quinn didn’t trust Shiver, but she
trusted Sammah even less. Shiver wanted to keep her as a prisoner
in Sevenspells? So be it. She didn’t have to like it, and she knew
that she had the ability within her to get out, but ultimately her
freedom might cost her life.

2
     
    Neyv kicked her
heels waiting for Sammah to speak as he strode around the king’s
chambers. Sammah was a quiet man these days, though he’d never
really talked to her that much anyway. He’d always been more
concerned with Quinn, the older girl, and Maertn, the healer boy.
Sammah had never had much time for Neyv, and she had been glad when
the other two had left. Sammah had left her completely alone for a
few days after they’d gone, which was odd, but he’d explained to
her already that he’d been keeping her safe after what happened.
Nobody knew about Neyv. She knew this. Neyv glided around the halls
of Everfell like a ghost. She could go wherever she wanted and
people barely noticed. Even if they did speak to her, they
struggled to remember the conversations afterwards. It had been
lonely, at first, though as Sammah explained to her how complicated
these people were, Neyv had been relieved that she only had to
speak regularly with her father.
    Neyv was useful to Sammah, her father had
always told that. She was the most useful of all of his children,
no matter what anyone else said to her, or about her. Sometimes, he
had to treat her a different way to others around her, because she
was special. Neyv was only eleven years old, but she knew that
Sammah was right.
    Neyv knew that she had a gift, and that had
always set her apart from the people around her. No one else could
really go around without being remembered, especially if they were
children of a noble. She was the daughter of Sha’sekian baron, so
she should really be noticed by everyone. People had always talked
about Quinn, even if they had sometimes been spiteful, and Maertn
had been a master healer. Because of this, Neyv had long ago
reasoned that what her father told her must be true. People didn’t
notice her because she was extra special. It was her talent,
and it was why Sammah needed her so much.
    “Where is he? He should have been here by
now!”
    Sammah was talking to himself, not addressing
Neyv, nor the lord sitting quietly in the corner. Neyv didn’t
bother answering. Sammah was often like this, and sometimes she
answered him, only to be ignored or shouted at. Sammah was used to
Neyv been silent, and he told that when he asked questions, he
didn’t need her to answer them. When he wanted her to answer his
questions, he always let her know. Neyv was fine with this, because
he never asked her many questions. He just understood what she was,
and kept her safe from the horrible people around her.
    Neyv had believed, once upon a time, that
Maertn understood what is was like to be her. Maybe even Quinn
could relate to her, but neither of them had ever taken the time to
get to know who Neyv was. They been too concerned with each other,
and then with the king. Why they’d gotten in the way of that, Neyv
didn’t know. Her father had made it quite clear to her what his
plans were, and that all of them had to play a part in making
Sammah’s future happen. Then the girl had gone and gotten in
everyone’s way, stopping Sammah from taking the throne when