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338 pages, Hardcover
First published February 2, 2016
"He's like his mother."
Caden froze and Sir Horace jerked beneath him, seeming to read Caden's surprise. No one ever mentioned his mother - not his father or brothers, nor the elite guard, nor the cooks or maids or the butlers - Caden slowed Sir Horace so he could better hear.
Jasan, though, said nothing more. After a moment, Chadwin spoke. "Don't say that in front of Father."
Manglor cleared his throat. His deep voice sounded like velvet. He pointed to Jasan. "His English is limited, but he and I share another language." He pointed to Caden. "He says that one is his little brother."
"What language is that?" she said.
Manglor didn't answer. Likely, he'd also translated wrong.
"Little" wasn't the word Jasan would use. "You mean half brother," Caden corrected.
Manglor* peered down at Caden. "That one" - he pointed again at Jasan - "said little."