His words made the back of my neck tingle.
"Oh? So you're saying he didn't accept the invite for profit, but for something else?"
"Exactly." James's tone was sharp now, his smile unwavering. "Christopher Faust is already a king in all but title, thanks to his wealth. He doesn't need their money. He doesn't need their approval. And besides—have you ever seen him make public appearances? He doesn't. He always sends his maid to represent him. He avoids the public more than a king avoids war. If someone like that suddenly goes out of his way to a foreign country… shouldn't you be concerned?"
I exhaled slowly, the weight of his words sinking in. "Well… if you put it that way, then yes. I suppose it is a cause for concern."
James's gaze hardened, his smile never faltering. "You must absolutely watch him. You are his sister. Make sure you know what he's planning."
The word sister made something in me twist.
