Ambrose is in his study. I’m surprised he’s up at such a late hour, but the fire still burns in his room as he reads a book beside the hearth.
Sebastian steps inside first, clearing his throat to catch his brother’s attention.
The king looks up, his expression blank until he sees me. My face must reveal something to him because he frowns.
“What is it?” he asks. He closes the book he’s reading and stands.
“We need to talk,” Sebastian says.
I close the door behind us and follow the prince. We both take a seat. The warmth from the fire is making me sweat worse than I was before. I expect Sebastian to lead but he glances at me.
I take a breath, not sure where to start. How was I going to explain being in Theodore’s room in the first place?
“You’re killing me with suspense, Hera,” Ambrose drawls, his golden eyes flaring.
“I found my missing dagger,” I blurt out. “The one that was still in the arm of our attacker. From that night in town.”