I blinked, stunned. “So, I take it you do not like the bishop?”
Ethan’s expression hardened. “The bishop has spent the last decade exploiting the trust and power that my father has given to him. He recruits healers, that I know for a fact are nothing but frauds, he hoards medicinal supplies. He charges desperate families fortunes for treatments that should be freely given. Entire packs have gone without basic remedies because his agents seized the shipments first.”
My chest tightened. I could see the anger in his eyes and it matched the storm stirring between my ribs.
“And the king doesn’t know?”
“The king,” Ethan replied carefully, “knows only what the bishop allows him to see.”
I took a step back from him. “You want someone who isn’t part of the Bishop’s network. A healer he did not
