“Not as dull as I suspected. Now, if only you asked the right questions, we might get somewhere.”
“Is it safe to talk here?” I ask, checking our surroundings.
The patrons seem to be ignoring us, but you never know.
The woman waves off my concern. “They know better than to get in my business.”
“And why should we trust you?” Hope challenges.
“You shouldn't. But the simple fact is, I have the answers you seek. Now it's up to you to take it.”
Hope and I look at each other, our bond vibrating lowly like a root reaching for the sun. Her blue eyes flare and darken with determination.
I guess we’re doing this.
“Tell me about the prince. Are the rumors of his legitimacy true?” Hope asks.
“Mmm.” The old woman's nails scrape on the table like she's scratching the head of a cat. “Close, but s
