“You know exactly why I was there,” I say, careful not to give away anything about the king’s condition. “I heard Donja telling you I was poisoned.” I point to the heavy-set man. “You were sending him to go kidnap me. What for?”
Celeste lifts her hands in a gesture of surrender. “Stand up and take a seat on the chaise over there. I worry you’ll pass out here on the floor. You look like you died and just haven’t had the sense to realize it.”
I scrunch my face and reject her offer of help when she reaches out to assist me. “I heard you plotting with the guard about a prisoner. And I know you’re planning to kill someone. You’re no friend of the king, so you’re no friend to me.”
“You’re correct. I’m no friend of the king,” she says very solemnly. “I know he’s a dragon changeling, same as Ma
