"What was all that about?" he asks.
"What do you think he stole?"
"I don't know..." Reid lies down next to me, tucking a curl behind my ear, "...must be something important."
"I can't imagine Sampson stealing anything."
"Maybe he was different back then. You heard Clarence... ‘troubled past.'"
"But from a king?" I ask.
"Well," Reid sighs, thinking. "He was a Vermix. Maybe it was Reuzkimpart's first attempt to get the Floating Ruby."
"But he said he stole it, which means he'd have it. No," I shake my head, dismissing the possibility. "That's not it."
"We may never know," he gently tugs my chin toward him. "Don't think about it right now."
"But..."