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. "I'm not. I hadn't realized..." She stopped, swallowed, started over. "I was in prison, Xris. A comfortable cell, but it was prison. Now I'm free. I'm free."
She swiveled the chair to move herself out from beneath his touch, briskly wiped her eyes and dragged her hand across her nose. "If we can't talk to Dixter or Olefsky, we're going to have to go it alone. The first thing we need to do is find out the king's schedule of public appearances. We need to know where he's going to be in two days' time. Because that's where the assassination attempt will take place."
"Ask Raoul," Harry suggested. "He's a Royal watcher. He reads all those gossip mags. If anyone would know, he would."
That was true. Raoul 'knew everything there was to know about the Royal Family, plus nine-tenths of what there wasn't. Last year, Raoul and the Little One had been honored by a personal visit and commendation from Their Majesties for bravery and valor during the Ghost Legion incident. Raoul now considered himself a friend of the family and deemed it his right and duty to listen to every bit of gossip about their private lives, to know and criticize every dress in Her Majesty's wardrobe, and to comment freely (and severely) on His Majesty's taste in neckwear. The Adonian's fondest dream was to emulate the queen's ability to apply her eyeliner in a subtle, yet highly effective, manner.
Xris climbed back up the stairs to the Schiavona's living quarters
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