It took Edmund a moment to react. He jerked forward, pulling his knife free once again and holding it to Quinn’s throat. “What about Stev?”
Quinn didn’t flinch away from the blade as he held Edmund’s gaze.
Dell and the others watched with bated breath.
Quinn lifted his chin. “We want to put Estevan back on the throne.”
Edmund’s knife clattered to the ground, and he fell back, his head shaking as if not believing a single word spoken. “He’s… He’s…”
“Alive.”
It was strange. How one word could change the entire outlook of a mission. Dell barely knew the oldest Rhodipus, and even his heart leapt. They’d come to Madra to take down a king, never thinking of what came after. Helena could have taken the throne, but Dell knew all she wanted was her family returned to her.
But Estevan?
If He
