“I can’t imagine killing me would end well for you — or accomplish your goals, for that matter,” Adwyn said, peering down at me with a look of patience and recognition — as if he’d had this conversation before.
In front of me the orange drake flicked his tongue. I had to look up to meet eye with him, and I broke it just as quick. “Granted you even had it in you to do it — and you don’t — you wouldn’t survive my assassination. And if those two conditions didn’t hold, I — personally — wouldn’t recommend this. And not simply because my life is in question, either.” He paused. “Can you tell me why? What purpose could it serve?”
I looked up — further up, at the sky. “Well… like I said, Highness Ashaine sent me here to gain influence over the faer, and I sorta… completely failed at that. They — he wants faster results, and um… you have the most influence over the faer. So with you out–out of the dance, I would have an easier time.”
The orange drake shook his head. “I suppose that would show the ignorance of the Specters. Or their utter disregard for your life. I am hardly the one Mlaen likes — no, loves — most of all. And there is no chance of you influencing or even breathing upon the one whom she cherishes. Your efforts would be in vain.”