kept on. “Kaz, promise me you won’t—”
“Before you finish that sentence, I want you to think about what a promise from me costs and what you’re willing to pay for it.”
“It’s not her fault her parents shoved her into a marriage with my father.”
“Alys isn’t here because she did something wrong. She’s here because she’s leverage.”
“She’s just a pregnant girl—”
“Getting pregnant isn’t actually a special talent. Ask any luckless girl in the Barrel.”
“Inej wouldn’t want—”
In the space of a breath, Kaz had shoved Wylan against the tomb wall with his forearm, the crow head of his cane wedged beneath Wylan’s jaw. “Tell me my business again.” Wylan swallowed, parted his lips. “Do it,” said Kaz. “And I’ll cut the tongue from your head and feed it to the first stray cat I find.”
“Kaz—” Jesper said cautiously. Kaz ignored him.
Wylan’s lips flattened to a thin, stubborn line. The boy really didn’t know what was good for him. Matthias wondered if he’d have to try to intercede on Wylan’s behalf, but Kaz had released him. “Someone stick a cork in that girl before I get back,” he said, and strode off into the graveyard.
Matthias rolled his eyes heavenward. These lunatics all needed a solid six months in boot camp and possibly a sound beating.
“Best not to mention Inej,” Jesper said as Wylan dusted himself off. “You know, if you feel like continuing to live.”
Wylan shook his head. “But isn’t this all about Inej?”
“No, it’s all about the grand plan , remember?” Nina said with a snort. “Getting Inej away from Van Eck is just the first phase.”
They headed back into the tomb. In the lantern light, Matthias could see that Nina’s color was good. Maybe the distraction of the break-in at the lake house had been a positive thing, though he couldn’t ignore the fact that a guard had died during a mission that wasn’t meant to have a body count.
Alys had quieted and was sitting with her hands folded on her belly, releasing small, unhappy hiccups. She made a lackluster attempt at removing her blindfold, but Nina had been clever with the knots. Matthias glanced at Kuwei, who was perched across from her at the table. The Shu boy just shrugged.
Nina sat down next to Alys. “Would you um … like some tea?”
“With honey?” Alys asked.
“I, uh … I think we have sugar?”
“I only like tea with honey and lemon.”
Nina looked like she might tell Alys exactly where she could put her honey and lemon, so Matthias said hurriedly, “How would you like a chocolate biscuit?”
“Oh, I love chocolate!”
Nina’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t remember saying you could give away my biscuits.”
“It’s for a good cause,” Matthias said, retrieving the tin. He’d purchased the biscuits in the hope of getting Nina to eat more. “Besides, you’ve barely touched them.”
“I’m saving them for later,” said Nina with a sniff. “And you should not cross me when it comes to sweets.”
Jesper nodded. “She’s like a dessert-hoarding dragon.”
Alys’ head had swiveled right and left behind her blindfold. “You all sound so young,” she said. “Where are your parents?” Wylan and Jesper burst out laughing. “Why is that funny?”
“It’s not,” Nina said reassuringly. “They’re just being idiots.”
“Hey, now,” said Jesper. “We’re not the ones dipping into your cookie stash.”
“I don’t let just anyone into my cookie stash,” Nina said with a wink.
“She certainly doesn’t,” Matthias grumped, somewhere between delighted to see Nina back to herself and jealous that Jesper was the one making her smile. He needed to dunk his head in a bucket. He was behaving like a besotted ninny.
“So,” Jesper said, throwing an arm around Alys’ shoulder. “Tell us about your stepson.”
“Why?” Alys asked. “Are you going to kidnap him too?”
Jesper scoffed, “I doubt it. I hear he’s twelve kinds of trouble to keep around.”
Wylan crossed his arms. “I hear he’s talented and misunderstood.”
Alys frowned. “I can understand him perfectly well. He doesn’t mumble or anything. In fact, he sounds a bit like you.” Wylan flinched as Jesper doubled over with laughter. “And yes, he’s very talented. He’s studying music in Belendt.”
“But what is he like ?” Jesper asked. “Any secret fears he confided? Bad habits? Ill-conceived infatuations?”
Wylan shoved the tin of biscuits at Alys. “Have another cookie.”
“She’s had three!” protested Nina.
“Wylan was always nice to my birds. I miss my birds. And Rufus. I want to go hoooooome.” And then she was blubbering again.
Nina had plunked her head down on the table in defeat. “Well done. I thought we might actually get a