He smirked. The expression, which was not a smile but a baring of teeth, was the expression of a predator who had found his prey.
"Do you mean it?" he said. His voice, which was calm and royal, was the voice of a man who was not asking a question but issuing a challenge. "The way you said that. About burying families."
I turned. My eyes, violet and steady, found his. The blue, cold and royal, met the violet, calm and dangerous.
"What?" I said.
"Do you mean it?" Leo repeated. The words, which were the same, carried a different weight. "Even for the royal family?"
The room erupted.
"Your majesty!" Garrett said. The word, which came out as a gasp, was the word of a man who had just heard his prince challenge a professor to threaten the royal family.
"Your majesty, he cannot..." Cedric started.
