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“I already told you,” the king said. “I—”
“Don’t know where he is. I heard,” Chris’s father interrupted.
I was surprised by the arrogance in Connor’s voice. I glanced back at Chris, who didn’t seem the least bit surprised.
“That’s dear old dad,” he whispered. “Always so high and mighty.”
“He must have a death wish,” I whispered back.
“Or maybe he knows the king can’t kill him.”
Those words scared me more than anything. While our fathers were powerful, no one had more authority than the king… at least, that was how it was supposed to be. But what if they had found a way to gain more power?
“My son was here for five years, during which I barely heard from him. I know your friendship—or at least the bond you share—is strong. Who else but you would he come crawling to for help?”
