Kit’s eyes doubled in size. Cass was in the dungeon? Had he really been implicated in the revolt, or was this simply her mother’s way of getting him out of the picture? More tears slid down her cheeks as Kit fought to breathe. “That can’t be, Mother. You know he is loyal to you. He’s Grandmother’s favorite by far.”
“And yet, when I asked him directly about his loyalty, he was defiant to my face, saying he no longer supported me as queen.”
“But... who does he support then?” Kit asked, praying that her prying didn’t explode in her face. Just what did her mother know of their efforts?
