Magnus wrestled against the urge to leave the room since he knew it would make him look weak.
“I learned this new information from my latest royal advisor,” the king said finally. He moved to the opposite side of Lucia’s bed, his attention fixed again upon her peaceful face.
“Who is it?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“Let me guess. Did this mysterious advisor also suggest building your road
into the f*******n Mountains?”
This earned Magnus a look that had regained some respect. He’d asked the
right question. “She did.”
So his father’s new advisor was a woman. This didn’t come as a complete
surprise to Magnus. The king’s last trusted advisor had been his longtime mistress, a beautiful if treacherous witch by the name of Sabina.
“You really believe the Kindred are real.”
“I belie
