“He doesn’t care about his tools. Grandfather is convinced the
attack was to kill him, perhaps us both, not to capture and enslave us.”
“Perhaps …” Arden shuddered and the grass under her feet waved
as if a breeze blew hard against it. “Auntie, what if that was the goal, to
kill Prince Ambrose? What if there was someone waiting to take his Gifting
before he died? Can someone steal a Gifting, if the holder is so badly injured
they’re about to die, and … I don’t know … they’re tricked into giving the
Gifting to the wrong person?”
“I’ve never heard of such a thing, but that sounds like
something Durmad is nasty enough, desperate enough, arrogant enough, to
attempt.” Sparks snapped around her and she shuddered. “What is this world
coming to?” She reached out to Dylon again. “Tell Ambrose to be doubly careful.
Not just of himself, but you. After all, you are his obvious heir, and whoever
wants to claim his Gifting when he is gone has to get you out of the way. If
not kill you outright, then at the very least separate the two of you long
enough to finish their plan.”
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