Jack’s eyes went wide in realization. More than that, in consideration.
Should he run? Lateef was half-turned, ready to try, but Sprinkle was bent over as if suffering a tummy ache. How fast could they react? How much had king Tastygumminie prepared for their attempt to flee?
He seemed very confident. “You will be an asset to us, no matter the truth. Tragically, that does mean you will not meet your friend any time soon. Guards,” he demanded, lifting his arm forward at Jack and the rest. “Take them to the jails at once! And someone summon my generals -- I am in the mood to design the fall of the mountain cities.”
“You are an evil man!” Lateef suddenly yelled, pointing at him. “Perverting the world for the sake of your own selfish desires. My family will hear about this!”
The king smile
