The Queen's Assassin (Queen's Secret #1) - Melissa de la Cruz Page 0,59

talk about it.”

“All right. You don’t have to,” I say. “I was just curious. I’m sorry I upset you.”

His shoulders relax a little and his expression softens. “You didn’t know.”

His words make me feel even worse, because I did know, just not that he would be touchy about it. I shake off the guilt and change course. We have a mission ahead—and I have plans of my own to attend to . . . “Let’s discuss exactly what happens when we get to Montrice.”

“I’ll get to work making contacts, to get an audience in the king’s chamber . . . ,” Cal says, barely glancing my way.

I scoff in response. “If anybody is going to infiltrate a royal court, it’s going to be me.”

“You? Why you?” His eyes are incredulous, but I see a slight smile playing at the edges of his lips. He’s amused, but I am not.

I look him up and down. “You clearly have no manners. Sure, your brooding and arrogance will make you quite at home with Montrician royalty, but they won’t be enough to gain the connections we’ll need at court. Do you think you can just slash your way to the king? That they would let you even get that close?”

He reflects on that. “You may have a point. I suppose you could bat your eyelashes; I hear honey is more effective than vinegar.”

I take a deep breath in and sigh, lest I lash out at Renovia’s deadliest assassin while already injured.

He shrugs. “But in the end, neither force nor flirtation will lead us to King Hansen. In Montrice, it’s purely who you know that wins you favor and success. We need a powerful courtier to introduce us. That’s all that matters in their world.” He stops his horse to look at the view. We are high up on a ridge, and from here all we can see are valleys, streams, and forest. We are alone in the wilderness, far away from villages and towns, let alone a palace and courtly life.

“Yes,” I say, scanning the treetops. “I am well aware of the conventions of Montrician society, which is why I—”

He interrupts me by making a slashing movement across his neck. He drops his reins and his horse whinnies. “If we are caught, it’s over. There’s more to being an assassin than tracking and weapons. Espionage is an art. You need a wide range of skills learned through experience and perseverance. I learned that lesson early on, and it was . . . well, let’s say it was a far cry from your Honey Glade.”

My nostrils flare. “Yes, I know.” My voice comes out as a low growl and it takes everything within myself not to lunge at his taunting face, claws bared.

“Fine, then. I’ll save my tricks for someone who deserves them,” Cal says. “Can’t make someone learn something they’re not ready for, I suppose.”

My face twists with disgust. “Deserves? Care to explain what you mean by that?”

“I don’t like to pull rank, Shadow, but you were sent to—”

“Be your apprentice,” I say. Here I am, about to embark on an adventure under the tutelage of the Caledon Holt. It’s all I’ve ever wanted—and yet all I feel is frustration and fury. Maybe I should have gone to the palace after all . . . I doubt any life would be as infuriating as one shackled to this pompous buffoon. I dig my heels against my horse’s flank, ready to gallop ahead so I don’t have to look at him.

I let my horse run for a while, and leave Cal behind.

Then I hear him galloping up next to me, pulling up so we are riding side by side.

“What?” I say.

He scrunches his eyebrows and blinks a few times. “Apprentice. Right. Then let me remind you that it is I who am the captain of this ship, so it is I who will issue the orders. For now, I’d like to keep my head. I’d even like for you to keep yours. It would be a shame to lose such a pretty face. And yours isn’t too bad either.” His eyes