Keiser's gaze flicked back to the fabric clenched in the child's hand. His eyes traced the sigils burning beneath her fingers.
The seared threads weren't fraying like the rest of the dome. They were moving. Reweaving themselves, crawling toward her touch.
He had a plan now.
But there was one thing he needed to be sure of.
"Hey, Yona," he called over the mayhem, his voice sharp, calm in a way that cut through the noise. "The First Prince knows were back in the capital, right?"
Yona didn't look at him at first, her hands were full, shoving aside slabs of falling debris before they could crush anyone. When she finally turned, her eyes narrowed, suspicion etched sharp across her face.
Lenko froze beside her, staring as though his young Lord had sprouted a second head.
Of course. He'd just called Muzio's brother the 'First Prince'. Not a title the tenth prince should ever use for his elder half-brother, least of all spoken aloud, here of all places.
