I scoffed. “It does matter. It matters a whole lot. And you’ve got some nerve using me as a pawn.”

That got a small reaction. “It isn’t so bad, is it?”

I balled my fingers into a fist as anger surged inside me. Did she just say it isn’t so bad?

“I want to know what she is,” I said, my voice almost gravely. “I want to know what the hell Harlyn Sage is and what she means in all this. Would you at least tell me that if you are unwilling to talk about yourself?”

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