Jonas had gone completely pale. “Keep reading,” he said, and Nic went on.
Should the emperor refuse, believe me when I tell you that both you and your kingdom will be at great risk. I strongly advise you to respond to this message immediately, as well as send a representative here to Kraeshia as soon as possible. Mytica will need all the support it can get right now.
I’ve included a piece of evidence to prove that I’m no longer loyal to King Gaius and his ruthless greed.
With great hope for the future under your rule,
Felix Graebas
Nic unfolded the last length of the message and pulled out what looked like a small, dry piece of parchment. He held it up to the light. “What is this?”
Jonas moved toward Nic to get a closer look at it. His eyes widened with shock. “Flayed skin. With a tattoo on it.”
Nic dropped the piece of skin onto the tabletop.
Magnus nodded. “That is the official Clan of the Cobra mark—a group of skilled assassins who work specifically for my father. Felix must have sliced it off his own arm.”
Finally, a small spark of life returned to Jonas’s gaze. “I know Felix.”
“You know him?” Magnus’s gaze snapped to the rebel’s. “How?”
“I thought he was a friend before I learned about his ties to your father. We had a . . . falling-out, and then he took off, back to the king who gave him the assignment to infiltrate my group.”
“Small world,” Magnus said, now unsure of the true intentions behind this message. “And proof enough that he isn’t trustworthy.”
“Two weeks ago I might have agreed with you,” said Jonas, eyeing the tattoo and shaking his head. “But not now. Felix had decided to leave the Clan when he joined me, seeking redemption for his past. He was a true friend, and all I did was let him down.” He went silent for a moment. “I believe he’s telling the truth.”
Magnus sat down heavily in his chair and pressed his hands flat atop the table. It seemed that he and Jonas agreed on something. What an odd development.
His father was in Kraeshia with the emperor, conducting secret negotiations. And to think that, in his mind, Magnus was the traitor.
To rule the world was exactly what Gaius Damora wanted. And now he had the air Kindred.
Lucia and Kyan had the fire Kindred.
Amara had stolen the water Kindred.
That left only the earth Kindred unaccounted for.
“Agallon, you will go to Kraeshia as my representative to speak with Felix and his new group of rebels,” Magnus announced. “And then you’ll find my father and put a dagger through his heart.”
It was the only way this could end.
“Will you do this?” Magnus asked after all had gone utterly silent at the table.
Jonas nodded. “I will.”
“Good. You’ll leave tomorrow at dawn.”
CHAPTER 21
CLEO
LIMEROS
Roused from slumber, Cleo opened her eyes to find her room in shadows, and the sky outside her window still dark save for the light of the moon.
“Princess,” whispered an urgent voice. “I’m sorry to disturb you so early.”