“And what of Prince Kashin?” Yrene shifted in her seat. “What of him?” “You were once good friends. He remains fond of you, and that is no small thing to ignore.” Yrene leveled a look few dared to direct toward the Healer on High. “Will he interfere with my plans to leave?” “He is a prince, and has been denied nothing, save the crown he covets. He may find that your leaving is not something he will tolerate.” Dread sluiced through her, starting at her spine and ending curled deep in her gut. “I’ve given him no encouragement. I made my thoughts on that matter perfectly clear last year.”
