“Exactly, Fourth Prince.” Bashasa looked pleased. He squeezed Kai’s shoulder approvingly. That was a little better. Kai nodded. “You want us to kill the Doyen.” “No, Kai, no,” Bashasa said hastily.
When you were Kai-Enna, did it seem that she lacked empathy for those who were different from herself?” Kai stared at the carved wood of the couch’s platform, tracing the line of a kingfisher’s wing. “I didn’t think so.”