The wave of expected protest lasted about a minute. I let them rant and rave, arguing with each other over the suggestion, while Ram's worry reached me through our combined sorcery and Ahbi hugged me tight.
It's an excellent idea, she sent. But.
But, I sent. Only if he still wants me. And we have no reason to believe he does.
Your grandfather sits on the throne now, Ahbi sent. The very purpose of taking you was to have a puppet on First Seat.
And since Henemordonin is working with them, I sent, it's possible Xeoniteridone will have no desire to capture me any longer.
Except, Ram's voice broke through, gentle and steady despite his continued suffering, he's afraid of you. I raised one eyebrow at him as he went on. Terrified, actually. And that makes him furious.
The damage I'd done hi
