“I... really can’t say.”
“Understood,” he said with a smile. “Apologies. I’m pressuring you. It’s something I do sometimes.” He waved a hand like he was batting away an annoying habit.
“No worries.” I smiled back. Not only did he want to help, but he was self-aware, a rare quality.
“I have an idea about where they might be,” he said, squeezing my fingers before leaping up from the couch. “Come with me!”
IT TOOK ME a secondto process.
He knows where they are?
I took off after him back through the court, weaving through the crowd, hot on his heels.
This might be my only real lead.
I couldn’t risk losing it.
Glancing around, I tried to figure out where I’d last seen Soren. I couldn’t spot him anywhere.
Maybe that was for the best. I wouldn’t have to fulfill any more odd requests between now and nine o’clock if he couldn’t find me.
I pressed my lips together and hurried after Caius.
He drew a lot of eyes, which put the weight of a few dozen gazes on me as well as he led us to the tunnel the king and queen had used to enter court.
My brows rose.
This tunnel said “royal” in every way.
Bright lighting made the previous tunnels seem gloomy. But it was the high ceilings, wide halls, and gold-inlaid patterns that made it feel like stepping into a castle. I supposed, in all the ways that mattered, it was.
There wasn’t a speck of dirt.
If I hadn’t known better, I’d never have guessed it was underground at all.
I hesitated at the entrance. Caius hadn’t given me any reason not to trust him. He was helping me.But he’s still fae.
