“Cultivate it,” Cardan says, and with a small bow, he navigates us away from Balekin and Madoc.
I leave my glass of wine near a platter of sparrow hearts, pierced through with long silver pins, and weave through the crowd with him.
Nicasia stops us with a long-fingered hand against Cardan’s chest, her cerulean hair bright against her bronze gown.
“Where have you been?” Nicasia asks with a glance at our linked arms. She wrinkles her delicate nose, but panic underlines her words. She is feigning calm, like the rest of us.
I am sure that she thought Cardan had to be dead, or worse. There must be many things she wants to ask him, all of which she cannot do in front of me.
“Jude here made me her prisoner,” he says, and I have to fight down the urge to step heavily on his foot. “She ties very tight knots.”
Nicasia clearly doesn’t know whether to laugh. I almost sympathize. I don’t know, either.
“Good thing you finally managed to slip her bonds,” Nicasia decides on.
He raises both brows. “Did I?” he asks with a haughty condescension, as though she has shown herself to be less clever than he had hoped.
“Must you be like this, even now?” she asks, clearly deciding to throw caution to the wind. Her hand goes to his arm.
His face softens in a way that I am entirely unused to seeing. “Nicasia,” he says, pulling himself free. “Stay away from me tonight. For your own sake.”
It stings a little, that he has that kindness in him. I don’t want to see it.
She gives me a look, doubtlessly trying to decide why his pronouncement doesn’t apply to me. But then Cardan is moving away from her, and I go with him. I see Taryn across the room, Locke beside her. Her eyes widen, taking in whom I am standing with. Something passes over her face, and it looks a lot like resentment.
She has Locke, but I am here with a prince.
That’s not fair. I cannot know she is thinking that from just one look.
“Part one completed,” I say, looking away from her. Speaking to Cardan under my breath. “We got here, got in, and are not yet in chains.”
“Yes,” he says. “I believe the Roach called that ‘the easy bit.’ ”
The plan, as I’ve explained it to him, has five basic phases: （1） get in, （2） get everybody else in, （3） get the crown, （4） put the crown on Oak’s head, and （5） get out.
I take my arm from his. “Don’t go anywhere alone,” I remind Cardan.
He gives me the tight-lipped smile of someone who’s being abandoned and nods once.
I head toward Oriana and Oak. On the other side of the room, I see Severin break off from a conversation and walk toward Prince Balekin. Sweat beads on my lip, under my arms. My muscles tense.
If Severin says the wrong thing, I am going to have to abandon all phases of the plan except for “get out.”
Oriana raises both brows as I approach, her hands going to Oak’s thin shoulders. He reaches up his hands. I want to swing him up into my arms. I want to ask him if Vivi explained what’s going to happen. I want to tell him everything’s going to be fine. But Oriana grabs his fingers, pressing them between hers, settling the question of how many lies I could stomach.
“What is this?” Oriana asks me with a nod toward Cardan.
“What you asked,” I tell her, following her gaze. Somehow, Balekin has drawn Cardan into his conversation with Severin. Cardan laughs at something Balekin said, looking as comfortably arrogant as I’ve ever seen him. I am shocked by recognition—if you live your life always afraid, always with danger on your heels, it is not so difficult to pretend away more danger. I know that, but I didn’t think, of all people, Cardan would, too. Balekin has his hand on Cardan’s shoulder. I can just imagine his fingers digging into Cardan’s neck. “It’s not easy. I hope you understand there’s going to be a price—”