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“Don’t go,” said Laurent quietly.

“I’m just clearing my head. I already told my escort I wouldn’t need them until morning.” said Damen.

And there was another awful silence, as Damen realized what Laurent was asking him.

“No. I don’t mean— forever—just—“ Laurent broke off. “Three days.”

“Did you think Theomedes died from natural sickness? All those visits from physicians that only made him sicker?”

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“What was it, do you think Orlant found out, that got him skewered on Aimeric’s sword?”

Orlant, thought Damen, and suddenly felt sick.

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He was looking at Laurent’s signet ring.
He felt the hair rise all over his body. The last time he had seen this ring, he’d been at an inn at Nesson, and Laurent had given it over to a messenger. Give him this, and tell him that I will wait for him at Ravenel, he’d said.
He said it as it opened up inside him, ‘They are our reinforcements.’

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and instead found his way to the Veretian tents and sought out Auguste to find some common ground. Laurent would have been thirteen but in Damen’s mind’s eye he would have found him a little older, sixteen or seventeen, old enough that Damen’s nineteen-year-old self could have begun, with all the exuberance of youth, to court him.

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‘Sentiment?’ said Laurent.
‘Something like that.’
‘You should give me the other.’ Damen flushed slowly, heat spreading from his chest over his skin, his heartbeats intrusive. He tried to answer in a normal voice.
‘I can’t imagine you’d wear it.’
‘To keep. I wouldn’t wear it,’ said Laurent, ‘though I don’t believe your imagination is having any difficulty with the idea.’

‘He needs me,’ said Damen. ‘I don’t care if you tell the world.’