Indeed, I’m sure not,” Cardan says in a way that’s difficult to interpret.
Locke’s smile doesn’t waver. Instead, he hops onto the dais, causing the knights on either side to move immediately to stop him. Cardan waves them away.
“If you make him Master of Revels—” I begin, quickly, desperately.
“Are you commanding me?” Cardan interrupts, eyebrow arched.
He knows I can’t say yes, not with the possibility of Locke’s overhearing. “Of course not,” I grind out.
“Good,” Cardan says, turning his gaze from me. “I’m of a mind to grant your request, Locke. Things have been so very dull of late.”
I see Locke’s smirk and bite the inside of my cheek to keep back the words of command. It would have been so satisfying to see his expression, to flaunt my power in front of him.
Satisfying, but stupid
