I stood with my back to the sink, facing Jacob. He had his back pressed against the fridge, arms folded over his chest. I wanted to know everything that Jacob had planned until now but had no idea how to ask. We stared at each other, unmoving. He took a deep breath, then took a step towards me, and my eyes narrowed.
“My plan was not to get my father overthrown.” He said. “My plan was to get the emperor involved, to show him what terrible things my father had been doing.” He looked down at his feet, then quickly back up. His eyes were filled with fire. “I’d do it again, too.”
I blinked at him for a moment before responding. “Why?"
He crossed the kitchen to take my face into his hands. He was warm and looked like he was going to cry. I turned away, not wanting to look at h
