My chest pulls, wanting to calm the situation down. The last thing I need is my uncle becoming suspicious of why the prince cares. But beneath all that, there’s another feeling blooming like a spring flower, casting a warm glow from the middle of my chest.
It’s nice to be protected. To realize that someone has your back. Even if that someone is the very person who shouldn’t.
Tristan releases him then, barely sparing me another glance, before making his way back over to his panicked brother.
My uncle’s eyes narrow as he shakes out his hand, aggressively waving toward the door. “Well…”
I blow out a shaky breath, nodding as I walk through. We’re greeted by at least five royal guards, and my brows draw in as we pass them, wondering why there are so many of them suddenly guarding the king’s private office.
Timothy steps out from the line and trails behind us. Silent as a mouse.
“Uncle, I know it’s difficult,” I start, keeping my voice low. “But try to keep the faith.”
His lips purse, and even though words aren’t said, the energy between us seems off.
The tension continues all the way back to my quarters, and when we reach the doors, I spin around, expecting Uncle Raf to take his leave. Instead, he pushes open the door and storms inside, whirling on me the second we’re alone.
“It’s the rebels.”
My brows rise. “Do you think?”
He scoffs, walking past the foyer and into the sitting room, collapsing down on one of the two dark-green couches. “You saw the emblem? A hyena. They’re mocking us. And now they’ve killed my son. My chance.”
I tilt my head. “What do you mean, your chance?”
His back straightens, fingers tapping the top of his cane like they do every time he’s in deep thought.
“Uncle,” I sigh, tucking a curl behind my ear and walking over to sit down next to him. I reach out, grasping his hand in mine, trying to provide support. “Not that it helps, but I don’t think Xander is dead.”
“No?” he asks, glancing at me from the corner of his eyes.
“Well.” I chew on my lip, thinking through everything I saw this morning, and everything I didn’t. “They left a note, right?”
“They sent his severed hand, Sara.”
“But it wasn’t his head.” I grimace, knowing that what I’m saying isn’t coming out right. “I’m just saying, what if they’re using him as bait? Or to send a message? They’d want him alive for that.”
At this, my uncle twists to face me, his features drawn and filled with obvious sorrow.
“And if he’s alive,” I continue, hope flaring in my chest. “We can save him.”
His hand tightens around mine, but he shakes his head. “It’s too dangerous.”
I scoff, my insides flipping from him dismissing me. “Everything we’re trying to accomplish is dangerous.”
“Nobody goes to the shadowed lands,” he snaps. “Your father did and look what happened to him.”
His eyes widen after he says the words, but it’s too late. I’ve already heard.
Everything inside of me freezes and I snatch my palm back, my breath pushed from my lungs as they fold in on themselves. Confusion blankets my mind, and I try to wrap my head around what he just said.
“What?” I ask.
He grabs my hands, squeezing my fingers. “Listen, Sara. If you think you can get there—to the shadowed lands…”
My stomach jolts, anxiety slithering through my muscles until it squeezes tight. “What? I-”
“You’re right,” he presses. “We can save Alexander.”
I shake my head, brows pulling in until my forehead creases. “Wait. Tell me what you meant about my father.”
He lifts a shoulder. “I meant… look what happened to him. He was murdered.”
My teeth grind, sharp pain radiating up my jaw. “Don’t treat me like I’m inept. If there’s something you’re not telling me, then tell me.”
My stomach rolls like waves of the ocean in a looming storm. “I deserve to know.”
He swallows, dropping my hands and bringing his up to run through his hair. “It wasn’t the king who killed your father.”
Disbelief slams into me, ripping through my skin like he shoved the words straight into my chest. “I don’t understand.”
“It was the rebels. They captured him on his journey home, and tried to use him as a bartering tool, the same way they are with your cousin. Only last time…”