"I do," Oliver replied. "But I think, with your words, I have begun to trust Nila Felder. No matter how I think about it, I can not imagine her losing. Not when Queen Asabel is sending her support as well."
"Hm…" Blackthorn studied him. It was impossible to see what she saw. They all had their own ways of dealing with what had happened, and for Blackthorn, it was the mask that she had grown up wearing. It was as if she was wearing three of them now. Unless the emotion was in her voice, it was impossible to see it written on her face.
