Zander’s brow lifted. “You’ve seen them?”
Her smirk was grim. “I have eyes in their camp.”
My heart jumped. “You have a spy among them?”
“Of course I do,” she said simply, like it should’ve been obvious.
Zander crossed his arms, eyeing her. “That could be very useful.”
Solei’s gaze slid past him, to Veyna. Her stare sharpened. “But it would be unwise to assume our enemies don’t have a spy here too.”
I glanced between them, between my blood and my bond. “We already know there’s a traitor.”
Solei tilted her head, her mouth curving into something that might have been a smile if it held an ounce of warmth. It didn’t. “Do you?”