Valve let her dark eyes search Orhan’s face for any sign of discomfort as he apologized and admitted to his unfortunate circumstances. Yes, some of us were far luckier than others—or were at least better at maintaining control of our situation. She preferred to leave nothing to chance. Everything Valve had done, she did to ensure that she and those she deemed worthy would prosper. She was a powerful ally and a worse enemy. The lagoon bachelors had learned that the hard way, and so had El Aran.

“How unfortunate indeed, Orhan," she replied. “I’m afraid I haven't seen much of anyone here for the past few months.”

She paused a moment as another clap of lighting lit up the sky and echoed across the sands. The dark skies teased them with the promise of rain but delivered nothing but thunder.

“I’d be happy to keep an eye out if you’d like,” she offered. “Just as long as you let me know if you see any of those Arabians lingering about.”

El Halin was her primary concern—the high seer, as she was called—had wanted El Aran dead for years and Valve had robbed her of that satisfaction despite allowing her to take the credit. If she ever returned to Salem, Valve was certain they would come to blows.

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