“Jax, he’s in danger,” I said. “What if they arrest him?” “They won’t, honeybee.” “You’re raking in a fortune from the buskers’ rent alone. You can’t possibly—” “You may be my heir, Paige, but unless I’m mistaken, I am currently mime-lord here.” He didn’t deign to look at me. “One glance from a voyant girl is not enough to implicate our oracle in anything.”
