Magnus’s expression remained amused. “You entertain me, Cassian. Perhaps I’m glad I didn’t ask for your head.” “Why didn’t you?” Cleo asked curiously. “And why didn’t you tell the king what happened that day?” Magnus’s mouth tightened. “I felt it . . . unnecessary. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must visit my sister. May you have a fruitful journey to Hawk’s Brow with my mother, princess.” Cleo studied the prince as he walked away. The boy was a complete and utter enigma to her. She preferred to keep it that way.
