Frozen Tides (Falling Kingdoms 4)

“Nerissa might, yes,” Bruno said, nodding. “But she’s gone, too.” He gestured toward the sea. “Apparently, Prince Magnus officially requested her presence in the north. See that Auranian ship in the distance there, with the golden sails? That’s her, headed off to Limeros.”

“Wait. Did you just say that Magnus is in Limeros?” Jonas said, ignoring another wave of dizziness.

“Yes. On the throne, apparently, with his beautiful wife at his side. You’ve met the princess, haven’t you? She is such a lovely young girl. Of course, I don’t support the Damoras by any means, but on a purely physical level, don’t you think she and the prince make a rather striking couple? And the chemistry between the two when I saw them on their wedding tour—it practically sizzled!”

Jonas now felt even more ill than before.

“I need to go, immediately. Tell Galyn . . . tell him I’ll send a message as soon as I can.” Before Bruno could reply, Jonas was off, his head swirling with new information, far too much to process all at once.

The king had departed, to who-knows-where.

Nerissa was gone.

Prince Magnus was on the throne in Limeros.

And Princess Cleo was with him.

The hour was up, but Lysandra wasn’t at the meeting place. Suddenly, he heard a loud shriek coming from somewhere close by.

Lys.

Jonas’s legs were weak but still he ran toward the sound, drawing his sword with his right hand.

“Lys!” he yelled as he reached the edge of the village, ready to protect Lysandra from attackers, to fight as hard as he had to to keep her alive.

nodded. “Been checking here every day for nearly a week because the ship was delayed. But I had to be diligent so someone else wouldn’t sweep in and steal my order. The wine’s so popular the Silver Toad would be shuttered for good without it.”

If he’d been here for a week, he could be of great help to Jonas.

“Bruno . . . do you know when the king will be here? Have you heard people here talking about his departure over the past week? Nerissa told us he’s taking a trip overseas.”

Bruno frowned. “King Corvin? But he’s dead!”

Jonas tried to keep his patience. “No, Bruno. King Gaius.”

Bruno’s entire face went sour. “Bah. He’s an evil snake, that one! Going to take us all down in flames if we give him half a chance!”

“Agreed. But have you heard anything about his departure from Auranos?”

He shook his head. “Not a thing. However, I did see him.”

Jonas blinked. “You saw him?”

Bruno gestured toward the flock of departing ships with his thumb. “Left earlier this morning on a big black Limerian ship with a red sail. Ugly snake crest painted on the side. How could anyone think he’s trustworthy, sailing in on an evil-looking ship like that?”

“He left this morning?”

Bruno nodded. “Passed right by me while I waited in this very spot. I tried to spit on him, you know, to show my support for the rebels, but it landed on a seabird instead.”

The king had already left. And it was Jonas’s fault that they’d missed him. He’d been stubborn in his insistence that he come along. Had Lys left early, while Jonas was still asleep, like she’d wanted to, the king might be dead right now, instead of fleeing off on his next evil mission.

“My boy.” Bruno patted his arm. “You’ve gone very pale. Are you all right?”

“No. I am definitely not all right.” This was just another painful failure to add to his lengthy list.

Bruno sniffed the air, then cocked his head and sniffed again. “What is that?”

“What?”