The witch who sat with Sebastian in the lower levels of the Monastery, was the same one that had been told to escort him out of the building three days before. He seemed to have an innate ability to remain perfectly quiet, even in an awkward situation. In other circumstances, Sebastian might have found it an admirable trait. Now, he found the silence overwhelmingly stressful.
“They’re going to kill me, aren’t they?”
The guard shrugged. “Any crime against the Goddess is punishable by death.”
Sebastian knew that. And a crime against the king, the Goddess’s chosen one, was a crime against the Goddess.
“Hardly seems worth getting involved in a plot against the king then, does it?”
“No.” But his brother’s soul had been at stake. Sebastian could not have knowingly left Hugo to the void if
