Ruined - Amy Tintera Page 0,53

Iria glanced at Em as she left, a hint of worry in her eyes.

The king stared straight at Em, and she pretended not to notice. If they’d discovered something, they would have captured her immediately, not let her wander into a meeting with the royal family. Right?

“It’s come to my attention that you visited the Ruined prisoner,” the king said.

She tried to swallow without appearing nervous. “I did.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to know if he was part of the attack that killed my parents.”

Jovita and the queen shared a look. The queen leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. “What did he say?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s mostly what we’ve gotten from him,” the king said. “Nothing. Time to give up, I think.”

Em gripped the edge of her chair, her heart diving into her feet.

“But he told me the location of a Ruined camp a few days ago,” Cas said before she could speak.

“And I’ve relayed that to my soldiers, but Ruined camps move all the time. He knew he wasn’t giving us anything important.” The king stood, grabbing the treaty agreement off the table. “I’m losing patience. I don’t usually keep Ruined prisoners.”

“No, you usually kill them right away.”

Cas’s words hung in the air like they’d been shouted instead of spoken calmly.

“Do you have something you’d like to say, Casimir?” The king straightened his shoulders, staring down his son.

Em gently pressed her hand to her waist, where she’d slipped a dagger inside her dress. The leather sheath was warm against her left side. She could get at the weapon in about three seconds, hurl it at the king’s chest, take Cas’s hand, and run as—

She shook the thought away, curling her fingers into a fist and trying to pretend she wasn’t imagining Cas’s hand in hers as they ran away from the castle.

“I think we should reevaluate our policy on the Ruined,” Cas said. “I can no longer support murdering people who haven’t committed a crime.”

The king’s beard trembled, like he was having a hard time keeping his temper in check. “Luckily, I don’t need your support. And no one with any sense disagrees with Lera’s Ruined policy.”

“I do,” Em said.

The king barely glanced at her, like she didn’t count. He stomped away from the table. “I have more important things to do.”

“Damian talks to me,” Cas said, looking over his shoulder at his father. “At the very least you shouldn’t execute him while he’s still talking to me.”

The king’s face twisted, like he hated to admit Cas was right.

“And you keep another Ruined locked away,” Em said quickly. “If you keep Olivia, why not Damian?”

“It’s different,” the queen said with a sniff.

“How so? Is she somewhere very well guarded?” She tried to keep the question light, but her chest tightened in anticipation.

“Not your concern.” The king turned his attention to his niece. “Jovita, join me?”

Jovita’s eyes lit up, and she scurried after the king.

“At least stop torturing Damian,” Cas said as they headed for the door. “He’s never talked during torture.”

“Fine.” The king threw the door open, and he and Jovita disappeared through it. The queen followed, sparing a deep frown for her son as she went. Em let out a sigh.

“That went about as well as expected,” Cas said with a nervous laugh.

“That was brave,” she said, meaning every word.

“Thanks.”

She wanted to thank him for stopping Damian’s torture, but she couldn’t think of a way to do it without casting suspicion on herself. Plus, she couldn’t let the opportunity to ask about Olivia pass her by.

“Is it a secret?” she asked carefully. “Olivia’s location?”

“Somewhat. The family knows. Some of the advisers. My father is just being a jerk. She’s at Fort Victorra in the Southern Mountains. Where we meet in case of an emergency?”

Her entire body went numb, but she managed to barely nod. Olivia. Victorra. Southern Mountains. A year of desperately wondering where her sister was, and Cas had laid it all out for her with one simple question. She wanted to throw her arms around his neck and hug him.

Guilt pushed out the happiness almost immediately. His expression was so open and honest that she wanted to scream the truth at him and ask for forgiveness. She wondered what would happen if she came clean and simply asked him to let Olivia go.

Actually, she could guess what would happen—the same scenario that had played out in front of her moments ago. Cas would be reasonable; his father would disagree and do whatever he wanted.

Or Cas would explode, grab a sword,

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