Prince Calix stood watching me, impatience written all over his face. “I wasn't laughing when I said it, was I?”
“You want to dump me with another one of your siblings? I almost got decapitated minutes ago by Princess Zephira, in case you’ve forgotten. She would’ve succeeded too if you hadn’t shown up.”
“A fact I’m aware of.”
“No, clearly you’re not, because if you were, you wouldn’t be taking me to your brother!”
Calix didn’t flinch. Whatever softness he displayed minutes ago when he'd found me in a pool of my blood was gone. This was the general commander again. The executioner. The son of the man who killed my parents.
“You can either move on your own accord,” he said, “or I’ll have guards move you. Either way, you’re going.”
Behind him, Lyta, Tundra, and Snaky were exchanging loo
