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hallway.
    She smirked at his back. He was going to have to work much harder to fool her.

FOUR
    THE UNION BATTLE was held in the Glory Ballroom, which Davina explained to Em was the smallest of the three ballrooms. It was still impressively big, with a square wooden floor in the center and purple carpet along the sides. Members of the guard were already lined up along the walls, and spectators stood in front of them. The only chairs were the large ones at the front of the room that were obviously for the royal family. The kitchen staff was outside, ready to bring in food and drink after the battle.
    Em had changed into black pants and a formfitting black shirt for the occasion. They were her own clothes, and she stretched her arms out with a relieved sigh, the soft fabric moving with her.
    Swords hung off the hips of every member of the guard. There were fifty guards in the room, easily. Even if she surprised one andtook his sword, she’d probably kill one or two—at most—before they cut her down. She swallowed and tried not to think about it.
    She found Aren in the crowd. He seemed calm, his expression neutral as a guard said something to him.
    His brown eyes were bright, though, alive in a way Em hadn’t seen since . . . ever, actually. A Ruined was fueled by the energy around him or her, and in Aren’s case, the energy of every human in the castle. After a few weeks he’d probably be able to crush the bones of ten men before his energy was drained. That was the hope, anyway.
    Various maps hung on the walls. She stood on her toes to peer at the one closest to her. It was dated around the same time as the war between Lera and Olso two generations ago. All four countries were on this map—Lera to the east, Vallos just below it, and Olso to the west of Lera. To the south of Olso was her home, Ruina.
    It seemed unlikely they’d just write
Olivia
on a map to advertise her location, but she squinted at it anyway, just to be sure. She moved to the next one.
    â€œMary!” The queen stood in the doorway of the ballroom, an annoyed expression on her face.
“Please come out here. You’ll make an entrance with Cas.”
    Em walked to the door, brushing past the queen to find Cas leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He still looked as though someone was poking him with hot knives, but now he’d grown bored of it. Painful boredom. That was the prince.
    â€œIf you don’t know where to put her, don’t just dump her anywhere,” the queen chastised Davina, who was wringing her hands at Fabiana’s side. “Bring her to me, if you must.”
    â€œYes, Your Majesty.”
    The queen disappeared into the ballroom, the maids scurrying after her. Em watched the doors swing closed, silence descending onto the hallway.
    â€œWe’ll go in when my father arrives.” Cas leaned away from the wall and glanced both ways, like he hoped that moment was now.
    She nodded, rubbing her thumb across her necklace. He watched her, his eyes flicking from her face to her hand.
    â€œAre you nervous?” he asked.
    She quickly dropped the necklace, sliding her hands into her pockets instead. “No.”
    â€œThis doesn’t really mean anything. It’s just tradition.”
    â€œIf it didn’t mean anything, you wouldn’t do it.” She met his gaze. “Have you always used dull blades?”
    â€œOf course.”
    â€œWhy? Are you afraid the bride or groom will win, and one of your own will die?”
    â€œI think we’re more concerned that they’d lose, and we’d have to find a replacement.”
    His mouth twitched, and she almost laughed. “Me bleeding out on the floor would put a damper on the wedding tomorrow,” she said.
    Amusement crossed his features, and he hesitated for a beattoo long. Perhaps he was reconsidering the use of dull blades. “Yes, it would.”
    â€œMary!”
    Em’s heart