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Jasmine’s eyes got big at that pronouncement. “In that case...”

“Done!” Leo answered, and indeed they were swooping back to the roof of the citadel and a pale bunch of men and Haunt.

Keilor was one of them.

For long seconds he said nothing, simply looked her over, seeking injuries. Finding none, he took her arm in a firm grasp, saying nothing as he ushered her to the lift. His trembling hand said it all.

Jasmine cringed and dragged her heels. Opening her mouth seemed like a supremely foolish thing to do at that moment.

She did it anyway. “Would it help if I said I was sorry?”

“It’s a start.” That was the extent of their conversation until they entered their rooms. He released her and paced in a circle, then sat on the arm of an overstuffed chair.

“Where do I even start with you?” he demanded wearily. He ran his hand through his hair, uncharacteristically rattled.