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"He is," I murain, Jon’s eyes gloss over He mutters to himself, words inaudible, and nods occasionally On the table, his fingers twitch, h tilled earth Pushing and pulling, but at what?

"Yes, he is alive But he is scheduled for execution, as is" He pauses, thinking "Sara Skonos"

The nextall our questions before we can get them past our lips "Maven plans to announce their executions, to set another trap for you and yours They are being held at Corros Prison It’s not abandoned, Tiberias, but rebuilt for Silver ilass reinforceuards No, that’s not all for Julian and Sara There are other dissenters within the cells, i his mother House Lerolan has been particularly difficult, as well as House Iral And the newblood prisoners are proving to be just as dangerous as the Silvers"

"Newbloods?" explodes fro off Jon as he continues, rapid-fire

"The ones you never found, the ones you assumed to be dead They were taken to observe, to examine, but Lord Jacos refused to study them Even afterpersuasion"

Bile rises in my mouth Persuasion can only s than pain, Miss Barrow," Jon says softly "The newbloods are now at thethelance filled with painful understanding "They will be weapons against their own, controlled by the queen and her kin, if given enough time And that is a very, very dark road You must not allow this to happen" His cracked and dirty nails dig into the table, carving deep grooves into the blackened wood "You must not"

"What happens if we free Julian and the others?" I lean forward in my chair "Can you see that?"

If he’s lying, I can’t tell "No I see only the current path, and however far it leads For exa the Pitarus trap, only to die four days on You wait too long to assault Corros Oh wait, it’s changed now that I’ve told you" Another strange, sad s his hand from mine He stands up froo crazy listening to predictions like yours, ruined by knowledge of an uncertain future"

"We have no proof but your word," Farley chireement with Cal, and it surprises them both She kicks back her chair, actions fast and violent "And a few party tricks"

Party tricks Predicting e’re going to say, reading Farley’s attacks before sheBut it’s easier to believe Jon is an impossibility It’s why everyone believed Maven’s lies about me, about newbloods They saw my poith their own eyes, and chose to trust what they could understand, rather than as true I’ll make them pay for their foolishness, but I won’tabout Jon rattles me, and instinct tells me have faith, not in the h his reason for telling us s, twisting into a scowl that betrays a quick te blood A stor on a bed of fla their shores, sing un sh!"

"I believe hie

I can’t trustrown a second head, his eyes screa out a question he doesn’t dare ask aloud I can only shrug, and avoid the searing weight of Jon’s red eyes They rove over irl For the first ties, I wish for silk and silver armor, to look like the leader I pretend to be Instead, I shiver into hide the scars and bones beneath I’ tells reat swell of strength, I liftht

"Where is Corros Prison?"