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“Don’t worry. We both know what it mean to lie for the right reasons. I won’t share your secret. I insisted on my informant’s anonymity. I called her the Moth. That doesn’t bother you, does it? Being named after a lowly household pest?”

The corner of Kestrel’s mouth lifted. “I don’t mind being a moth. I would probably start eating silk if it meant I could fly.”