I narrow my eyes at Kastian. “You want someone to play king? You do it. You have more right than me to wear a crown and you won’t be effectively dead in thirty-six hours.” Fox and Jett look sideways at Kastian, obviously distracted by my near revelation. “Why do you have a right to the crown of Vernallis?” Jett asks. “I don’t,” Kastian snaps. “I’m from Hydratta, you know that.” “Why don’t you tell them who you were in Hydratta?” Kas glares at me. “If you weren’t so pathetic right now, I’d hit you.” “Do it,” I sigh, lying down. “I don’t care anyway.”
