Chapter 15

I give him a short nod.

His charming smile fades.

And when he speaks, it’s not teasing. It’s not flirtation.

It’s revelation.

“There are no saints in this castle, Blake. None of us are clean. Not me. Not Griffin.”

I frown.

“But the people we feed on?” Aemon says carefully, “Deserve it.”

I blink.

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