Suddenly, Kastian gripped my forearm, and I turned to look at him. “What?” His brown eyes widened. “Are you certain about this?” “No,” I said honestly. “What do you think?” Kastian looked at the ship. “I think my father will shit himself if he ever finds out I managed to escape the Dyaspora with the King of Vernallis.” I laughed hollowly. I didn’t doubt he was right. Kastian had been my first friend while in exile.
