Chapter Eighteen
Kalil’s head swiveled away from me. I ducked behind the long, silk curtains that framed the room’s tall window, my heart hammering in my ears. I peeked out from the shadows of the rosewater-scented fabric, unable to help myself.
Kalil cleared his throat with one of his wet coughs. “Enter,” he called out.
The door opened, revealing a man dressed in palace guard’s livery. He removed his polished steel helm and bowed. The red feathers protruding from it marked him as captain. “Forgive my intrusion, Your Highness. Your brother wished me to check on you.”
“Did he?” Kalil asked in a dry voice. His irony was lost on the guard. “And what is the reason for his concern?”
The captain hesitated. “One of the heir’s men has been killed. The magi sensed his death and sent out a sear
