CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Endi was running out of patience. He sat in one of the reception rooms at the castle, having to feign enjoyment while he, Sophia, and Oli listened to Rika giving a performance on the harp.
It wasn’t that Rika’s playing was bad. She was a skilled musician, and her voice always put Endi in mind of the gentle pouring of a waterfall. It was just that Endi couldn’t enjoy such things when their birthright was being stolen from beneath them.
Why hadn’t his assassin acted yet? Had Bjornen lost his skills?
“Wonderful,” Sophia said, clapping as Rika finished, her forest cat companion twining around her legs. “I wish I were half as talented.”
“And I wish I had half your talents,” Rika said. She always was sweet to people, but that was too much. Why give someone compliments who
