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Satine wondered if Bo-Katan would appear outside her cell. She was nearly numb to everything else—and that included being blamed for Viszla’s death and the knowledge that Almec, that child-killer, had been reinstated as prime minister. There was nothing she could do about that.
But what if Bo-Katan came to gloat? To ensure that her sister knew she had failed?
How could she numb herself to that?
Satine did not know how long she waited—days or weeks or months—but when Bo-Katan materialized, it was as a rescuer. Satine almost smiled for the first time since her incarceration.