Worry gnawed at me as I follow Regan out of the castle when he stops noticing Malachi at the front gates.
“My King,” Malachi acknowledges, and his eyes dart to me next to Regan.
“Zirah.” I give him a brief nod.
“Are you leaving with my father?” King Regan asks him. Malachi sighs.
“Regan, you know I can’t give you information.”
“We’re all family. If there is something you need to tell me, now is your chance, Malachi.” Malachi looks ahead.
“That may be so, but I am loyal to your father. That is all I can tell you.” Regan growls.
“Something is going on, more than he is saying. Is the Kingdom in danger?” Malachi shakes his head.
“Is my father?” Regan asks and Malachi swallows but says nothing, yet I could tell that was his way of saying yes without breaking his loyalty to the King, his
