Chapter 24

“No. As an ambassador. He’s your son, isn’t he? Let him come learn about land. I’ll stay here. We’ve already said. In trade.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Nerein said, looking at Jeremiah.

“Cadence,” Jeremiah said.

The Sea King studied Cade’s face. “You have the authority to promise all this.”

“I’ve got Queen Lyssa’s royal seal somewhere on a charter. I’m a member of the Council. The Queen listens to me. AndI’m famous.” Technically all these words were true. He listened to himself tap-dance on water; he heard the beat of his pulse in his veins, and he knew he was alive.

And he knew, too, that he’d make this work. No doubt admitted. No other outcome. Cadence Bell was a crafter of stories, and this was a good one; Cadence Bell would tell the best story of his life, and Jeremiah would walk free back to shore.

The King’s attention shifted: away from him, toward a newer or more familiar target. “Jeremiah Carver. You helped our son once. You’ve kept our secret.”