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But Amarantha rolled her eyes and slouched in her throne. __hatter him, Rhysand._ She flicked a hand at the High Lord of the Summer Court. __ou may do what you want with the body afterward.__he High Lord of the Summer Court bowed__s if he__ been given a gift__nd looked to his subject, who had gone still and calm on the floor, hugging his knees. The male faerie was ready__elieved.Rhys slipped a hand out of his pocket, and it dangled at his side. I could have sworn phantom talons flickered there as his fingers curled slightly.____ growing bored, Rhysand,_ Amarantha said with a sigh, again fiddling with that bone. She hadn__ looked at me once, too focused on her current prey.Rhysand__ fingers curled into a fist.The faerie male__ eyes went wide__hen glazed as he slumped to the side in the puddle of his own waste. Blood leaked from his nose, from his ears, pooling on the floor.That fast__hat easily, that irrevocably _ he was dead.__ said shatter his mind, not his brain,_ Amarantha snapped.The crowd murmured around me, stirring. I wanted nothing more than to fade back into it__o crawl back into my cell and burn this from my mind. Tamlin hadn__ flinched__ot a muscle. What horrors had he witnessed in his long life if this hadn__ broken that distant expression, that control?Rhysand shrugged, his hand sliding back into his pocket. __pologies, my queen._ He turned away without being dismissed, and didn__ look at me as he strode for the back of the throne room. I fell into step beside him, reining in my trembling, trying not to think about the body sprawled behind us, or about Clare__till nailed to the wall.The crowd stayed far, far back as we walked through it. __hore,_ some of them softly hissed at him, out of her earshot; __marantha__ whore._ But many offered tentative, appreciative smiles and words___ood that you killed him; good that you killed the traitor.