"But it does," Jayran replied, his eyes gleaming. "It concerns everyone in Lamora."
Ragnar looked at Jayran the way one would regard a coiled snake poised to strike at the slightest provocation. He didn't even need to ask who the other party in the wager was. There was only one possible answer.
Azul. It had to be him
Jayran and Azul had souls as black as pitch, and both of them would gamble theirs in a heartbeat if it meant besting the other. It was a twisted game between two equally dangerous men, and now, somehow, Ragnar had become the pawn.
"Don't look so shocked," Jayran said smoothly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "I can't be the only one who knows about your plan to take the throne. Casilo over there knows." He gestured lazily in Casilo's direction. "What about your allies in the court? Lord Tomar? Lady Taryn? Surely, they're all aware. I wouldn't be surprised if even the queen suspects something."
And that was the problem.
