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Adrian looked at the two cups. Then he looked at Cassian, and something moved in his face that was not fear.
"That's the test," he said flatly.
"That's the test. A man will say anything with a wolf's teeth in his throat and a King's road under his boots. Words are cheap, Storm. I've buried a good many words in this ground." Cassian leaned back. "So I'm asking a different question. My niece gave up inheriting my pack because of you. I want to know if she wasted them on a coward who'd hand her the poisoned cup to save his own skin, or on a man worth all that ruin."
For a long moment Storm said nothing.
Then he reached out, and he took the first cup, and he drank it to the bottom.
Cassian sat forward. "Storm—"
He set it down. Picked up the second. Drank tha
