Phaedra. The name of the Watcher who had healed Jonas at the brink of death. “This is impossible.”
Felix leaned back in his chair and pushed his hands through his short dark hair. “Wow. We definitely need more drinks. Barkeep! More drinks for my friend here, please. He needs one very badly.”
Bruno hobbled over, his permanent smile still plastered to his face. However, instead of drinks, he held just a folded piece of paper sealed with wax. “I almost forgot all about this! Your lovely lady friend Nerissa delivered this message a few days ago. She worried you wouldn’t be back for weeks! Oh, she’ll be so pleased you were here to receive it. She said it’s quite urgent. What wonderful timing you have.”
Lysandra watched the man warily as he slapped the message down on the table and then wandered away without another word. “He’s delightful, isn’t he?”
“Very,” Felix agreed. “But look here. Another message, with the same seal as the last one. A perfumed love letter from the princess, you think?”
Glancing at Lysandra, Jonas picked up the message.
“Open it,” she urged.
He nodded, then broke the seal and unfolded the paper.
“What is it?” Felix asked. “What does it say?”
Jonas’s eyes lit up with every word he read. “It’s a request.”
“A request from her royal highness,” Lysandra said, and, for the first time when speaking of Cleo, her voice held no palpable animosity. “And are you planning to grant her request?”
There was a time he would have thrown the note away and laughed about such a ridiculous appeal.
He wasn’t laughing now.
“Oh, yes,” he said. “All three of us are. At first light tomorrow, we’re setting out to do exactly what her royal highness wants.”
CHAPTER 22
MAGNUS
AURANOS
Alexius. The name Lucia had whispered like a prayer as she’d slept for weeks.
Alexius. The Watcher who’d preyed upon Lucia in her dreams when she’d been unconscious and defenseless.
Alexius. Now here with the king’s full permission, and officially appointed as Lucia’s private tutor. They’d barely left Lucia’s chambers since he’d arrived here a week ago.
The boy was a problem and a threat. But no one seemed to believe this except Magnus. He’d taken it upon himself to keep an eye on the Watcher and make sure he behaved himself.
Today, the king had given permission for Alexius, Lucia, and her new friend Cleo to leave the palace on a journey to a festival in a nearby village.
Magnus was not surprised that he hadn’t been invited to join them. But that didn’t stop him from going anyway, following them on horseback at a discreet distance.
It was no secret that he didn’t trust Alexius—or Cleo, for that matter. Lucia was a fool to trust either of them, even in the company of guards.
He followed their carriage for hours, until finally it came to a stop. Magnus directed his horse into the shelter of the forest line so he could watch unseen as the three stepped out into the sunshine. Lucia said something to a guard, and then headed off with the Watcher and the other princess into the forest. The guards didn’t follow.
How odd.
Magnus waited until they’d disappeared before he approached the guard Lucia had consulted, who stiffened at the sight of him.
“Your highness,” he said, his voice strained.
“What’s this?” Magnus asked. “Where are they going?”
“Princess Lucia requested that we stop here, then asked us to stay behind and wait as they go for a—a stroll.”