Seventy-eight:
Imperator Zale
“Don’t listen to him,” said Daxon, “I wasn’t working with him. I don’t know what he is talking about.”
My father stepped forward with a smile on his face. “No. Of course not. You’re not smart enough to double cross someone. He didn’t double cross you. Charlotte did.”
“Charlotte?” said Daxon. “Why would Charlotte double cross us?”
“Not you,” said father, “him. She knew that eventually Zale would come running to her for a place to stay. She told me that I should wait here so I could get you back.”
“Get me back?” I said. “Father you chased after me and my fiancé and my mother and you’ve declared us all killers. Why on earth would you need us back? So that you can kill us to?”
“No,” said father, “you’re still my heir. Your mother is still my Queen. Y
