“Believe me, kid. You’d have a hard time doingthat.”
“I know, which is why I have no intention of starting any shit.”
Maybe, but Jinx was still suspicious as hell. “Why should I trust you?”
“Because I know what the PM is doing where you’re concerned and I figured you’d want to know, too.”
Okay, those were the magic words. “And what’s he doing?”
Nykyrian jerked his chin at the door. “Come in, seal that, and we’ll talk.”
Even though it was probably a bad idea, he obeyed.
Then watched as Nykyrian took out a jammer and turned it on.
“Someone as paranoid as me. I didn’t think they made such an animal.”
Nykyrian wasn’t amused. “Aren’t we all?”
Probably.
Jinx kept his hand on his knife and folded his arms. “So, what do you know?”
Given that the PM was Nykyrian’s father, he probably knew a lot.
Nykyrian handed him his link. “Huwin found out who your family is.”
“Not like it was a secret.”
“No, but usually when a prince is conscripted into our service, they all know it and it’s documented.”
Like Kyr Zemin. Not only did they know, they usually treated them a little better, too.
But given that his world was defeated and no one there had any use for him, he’d never bothered to mention it.
Unlike Kyr, no one would care if he died. That was why he’d been sold.
“What has that got to do with anything?”
“You’re the legal heir for Eufora.”
“I know who I am. So?”
“If you went home—”
“I’d be killed or imprisoned. I have no political power or swing there.”
Nykyrian gave him a droll stare.
He returned that with measure. “Look, I’m good, but I’m not stupid. I’m one man. My brother has an army.”
“And you could sway that army or more to the point, rise up high enough in The League that you take Tobin down and use our army to get your throne back . . . that’s what Huwin’s afraid of.”
“Awesome.” Jinx sighed. “For the record, I have no interest in taking my brother’s throne . . . I’m done with politics.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“So there’s no way to get the PM to stand down?”
