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“Who told him?” Elira asked. No one answered immediately. Which meant: that was the real problem. — Later that night, Elira found Kael on the terrace, sitting on the railing like he didn’t care about gravity. “You’re not subtle,” she said. He smirked without turning. “Neither are you.” She stood beside him, looking out over the city she never wanted but now owned completely.