LIANA'S POV
Lord Thalen poured another drink and studied me over the rim of his glass. The cut on his throat had already stopped bleeding, leaving only a thin red line against his pale skin. I tried not to stare at it, tried not to think about how close I had come to actually killing him.
"Tell me what you know about the Whitewater Luna," he said.
I shifted on the floor, my wounded leg throbbing. "Luna Ayasha?"
"The very one."
I thought carefully before answering. Lord Thalen had just tested my willingness to kill. I had a feeling he was about to test my honesty.
"She's one of the few who stands a real chance of winning this," I said.
His eyebrows rose slightly. "Why do you think that?"
The words came easier than I expected. The truth often did, I had learned. "She survived the first night in the tent. Not many of us did. She's charismatic too. I watched her convince Luna Zara to see reason when the desert Luna was ready to tear someone's throat out."
"And?"
