who canât handle it and come back after the first couple of kills and beg to be reassigned.â
âWhat are the hunters like?â Cas asked, turning to him in interest. Galo had never spoken about meeting hunters. Cas couldnât imagine killing sixty people and then putting a reminder of it on his chest, but the Ruined werenât exactly
people
. Still, he wasnât sure he would be proud of it.
âThe new ones are usually very much like Aren. Damaged. Terrified.â Galo tilted his head toward Aren. âHe jumps at loud noises and never takes off his weapon, even when weâre drinking or exercising. Heâs on edge all the time, and he never brags about those pins, even when one of the guards pressed him to. The hunters with that many pins . . .â Galo shook his head, a sour expression crossing his face. âThey arenât damaged. They usually enjoy hunting down the Ruined. Theyâre confident, not scared.â
Cas glanced at Aren again. âHe could have stolen them. Put them on to try and impress us.â
âItâs likely,â the guard said. âDonât put him on an important assignment until I can get to know him better. At the very least heâs too traumatized to be in any kind of intense situation.â
âI wonât. Thank you.â The word
traumatized
thumped in his brain, making him wonder for the first time how many hunters were currently being employed. Most came from Lera prisons, but there were some from Vallos as well. What would those people do, after theyâd killed all the Ruined? Would they be expectedto go back to their normal lives like nothing had happened?
âMary looks very pretty tonight, donât you think?â Galoâs words snapped Cas back to the present.
âYes.â
âHave you spoken to her much?â Galo asked slowly.
âNo.â
âItâsââ Galo cut himself off.
Cas sighed, turning to his friend. âFree minute.â
âI donât need it.â
âYes, you do. Say what you want to say. I wonât get mad.â
Galo lowered his voice when he spoke. âItâs not her fault your parents made you marry her. No one from her kingdom came with her, except for one guard. It must be lonely, donât you think?â
Galo was right, of course, though Cas wasnât going to admit it. But maybe he should have gone by at least once to see Mary since sheâd arrived. She probably thought he hated her.
He didnât think he hated her. He couldnât stir up a feeling about her either way, actually.
âI did try to be nice to her,â he said. âI gave her the hint about Henry yesterday for the Union Battle.â
Galo laughed. âI noticed she ignored that advice.â
âWell, she clearly didnât need an easy win.â
âSheâs practically as good as you with a sword.â
âLetâs not get carried away,â Cas said.
âI said âpractically.ââ
Cas shot him an amused look, then sighed. âI could havetried harder. I should have gone to speak with her last night after the battle. It all just feels so awkward.â
âIâm sure. But it will be more awkward if you never talk to her at all.â
âFine,â he said, taking a step back and glancing at Mary. âBut if she keeps refusing to smile at me, Iâm going to stop trying.â
âMaybe you should smile first.â
âFree minute is over.â
âYes, Your Highness.â Galo laughed and returned to his spot near the wall.
Cas headed back to the front of the room, trying to twist his face into an appropriate expression. There. He was smiling. Sort of.
âWould you like to dance?â he asked Mary, extending his hand to her. He was going to have to think of something to talk about while they danced, but at least it was a start.
âOh yes!â his mother exclaimed before Mary could
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