Octavia
Zane started to respond, then thought better of it.
“No, it’s not a problem,” he replied.
“Good,” Valerio said, leaning back as he continued watching him. “Perhaps while we search for Carter, we might figure out how he gained access to my territory.”
I glanced at Zane, noting the neutral expression on his face, giving nothing away. A long moment passed, silence reigning, then the king clasped his hands together and rose. I followed suit. But as the king and his men departed, I turned right instead of left. I wasn’t in the mood to return to my room. I felt restless, my mind wandering: was I doing the right thing?
“Octavia.”
I turned around, feeling a surge of anger. I clenched my fists as I met the queen’s eyes.
“Have tea with me,” she insisted calmly, then turned and walked
