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"Tell us what you know," I said.
"And pray that it is worth the paper of the contract you signed," Kaleb growled.
Reuben cleared his throat. "Aunt Thalyssa gave us the contact of the cult."
"The Order," I supplied for him. Separate from the Tribunal itself, but working within its inner workings. We were never a part of that dark portion of the organization.
He nodded, affirming. "That was what they called themselves."
"Let me guess, you didn't even know their name," Sonya sneered at Caspian.
"Fucking bitch," he snapped back.
"Silence," I ordered.
She obliged, shooting me a sharp look that I didn't bother returning.
"Continue," I prompted Reuben.
"But the Order offered the mooncore for something else." He grimaced, looking as if he could still hear what they had asked of him. "Someone in return."
"What, or who did they ask for?" Cyrus asked.
