Chapter 69: Putting Myself At Risk

The wave of expected protest lasted about a minute. I let them rant and rave, arguing with each other over the

suggestion, while Ram's worry reached me through our combined sorcery and Ahbi hugged me tight.

It's an excellent idea, she sent. But.

But, I sent. Only if he still wants me. And we have no reason to believe he does.

Your grandfather sits on the throne now, Ahbi sent. The very purpose of taking you was to have a puppet on First Seat.

And since Henemordonin is working with them, I sent, it's possible Xeoniteridone will have no desire to capture me any

longer.

Except, Ram's voice broke through, gentle and steady despite his continued suffering, he's afraid of you. I raised one

eyebrow at him as he went on. Terrified, actually. And that makes him furious.

The damage I'd done him when I fought him for Bilhaeder must have left the impression I was hoping for. And added to my

belief Xeoniteridone was holding back from coming after me until he felt he could win.