A corner of her mouth lifts. “I’ll come with you.”
I glance back at the throne again, making a vague gesture. “No. Stay here. Try to keep Cardan from getting into trouble.”
“He is trouble,” she reminds me, but doesn’t seem particularly worried by her own worrying pronouncement.
As I head toward the passageways into the palace, I spot Madoc across the room, half in shadow, watching me with his cat eyes. He isn’t close enough to speak, but if he were, I have no doubt what he would say.
Power is much easier to acquire than it is to hold on to.