“You get them in and out again, shadowsinger,' Rhys said to Azriel as I walked to the spymaster's side, getting a feel for the weight of the weapons and the flow of the heavy robe. 'I don't care how many of them you have to kill to do it. They both come out.'

Azriel gaze a grave, steady nod. 'I swear it, High Lord.'

Formal words, formal titles.”