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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.”
A lantern’s blaze cut through the darkness, bringing the face of Cleo’s confidante into view.
She wiped the sleep from her eyes and sat up in bed. “What is it, Nerissa? Is something wrong?”
“I’m not sure ‘wrong’ is quite the correct word . . . but there’s something I knew you’d want to know, and it can’t wait until morning.”
“Tell me.”
Nerissa sat on the edge of the bed. “Jonas and Nic returned yesterday.”
“What? Why am I not hearing this until now?”
“The prince got to them first and didn’t want you to know.”
Oh, no. A thousand different scenarios of how their return might have played out burst into her head at once.
