It was Kell the Queen turned her eyes to, then, searching his face. His expression. As if she could see beneath his eyes to the thoughts buried there, as if she could map what he would decide. Kell could have had Neria killed. He could have done whatever it took.
Kell felt the discomfort of her gaze but didn’t move, didn’t squirm under it. He drank his tea, keeping his expression blank.
“We appreciate your understanding of the matter,” Maxim answered, and his voice was deep, deeper than Kell or Rhy’s. He spoke more slowly and with more weight. “But you yourself are not the source of our concern.”
The Queen released the edge of her saucer, and the frost vanished. A small crease appeared between her eyes as she regarded them, a tightness in her mouth.
“If your connection to Kell was the catalyst, we may count it less likely that others will replicate what you have done. If not…”
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Kell felt the discomfort of her gaze but didn’t move, didn’t squirm under it. He drank his tea, keeping his expression blank.
“We appreciate your understanding of the matter,” Maxim answered, and his voice was deep, deeper than Kell or Rhy’s. He spoke more slowly and with more weight. “But you yourself are not the source of our concern.”
The Queen released the edge of her saucer, and the frost vanished. A small crease appeared between her eyes as she regarded them, a tightness in her mouth.
“If your connection to Kell was the catalyst, we may count it less likely that others will replicate what you have done. If not…”