After telling Michael about what happened in Chateau Magnifique, the Tallowman nodded. "That is quite the story. Taking down an ice king with the person you're supposed to capture."
"Pretty much. And then the Grimoire reported what happened, as always. And then it was time for punishment."
Michael raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound very good."
Elian chuckled darkly, and lifted his neck. In the candlelight, the glyphs tattooed on his skin glowed. "It wasn't. But they needed a way to keep me in line. Some of these aren't all awful. There are a few meant to give me a power boost."
But even as the words left his mouth, he couldn't help feeling like he was repeating a lie.
I mean, seriously. When it comes to the Spymaster, what is the truth, anyway?
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