Hope maneuvers around me and races down the hall. I follow her like a pup.
When we're outside, she spins abruptly, and I halt.
“Do you remember yesterday, Prince Camille?” she whispers.
Okay, not what I’m expecting. “Yes.”
“I wanted to see if I could collect some facts about his lineage, you know, to help Tessa when the time comes. I mean, if we're going to be dragged into a war, we need to know why.”
She's so matter-of-fact. Part of me can't help but respect her ambition, but the other part knows what they do to anybody they think is going against the crown. If Hope is caught looking for answers, the royals would rather keep it buried; it won't end well for her.
“You can't just ask people about the crown prince without drawing suspicion,” I warn.
She grabs my hand and pulls me into
