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THE WORDS GENYA and the King made me get up so quickly I startled Baghra. "What happened?" I asked.
"Sergei let her real name slip," Mal said. "He seems to be taking to heights about as well as he took to caves."
I held in a growl of frustration. Genya had played a key role in the Darkling's plot to depose the King. I'd tried to be patient with Sergei, but now he'd put her in danger. My close relationship to Nikolai wouldn't mean he wasn't going to be upset that I hid the fact that she tried to rid of his father. Real father, or not.
Baghra reached out and snagged the fabric of my trousers, gesturing to Mal. "Who is that?"
"The captain of my guard."
"Grisha?"
"No," I said.
"He sounds—"
"Angelique," Mal said. "They're coming to take her right now."
I pried Baghra's fingers away. "I have to go. I'll send Misha back to you."
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"SHE'S HERE!" CALLED Nadia when she caught sight of us. I went straight to Genya.
"The King is waiting," said one of the guards. I was surprised to hear Zoya snap back, "Let him wait."
I put my arm around Genya's shoulders, leading her a little way off. She was shaking.
"Listen to me," I said calmly. "No one will hurt you. Do you understand?"
"He's the King, Angelique." I heard the terror in her voice.
