Olaric rose, pulled a bottle of something pungent and pale amber from a drawer, and took a long drink before closing the stopper again without offering it to Zerio. “The less you know about that night, the better.” Zerio already knew Olaric’s intent. He knew what the Vants had planned to do the night their paths had crossed, the Vants infiltrating the castle as Zerio hustled Prince Henrik to safety. He had not asked questions then
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