“It’s spreading.” Zavier’s voice was quiet. “I know,” the Guardian murmured. What was spreading? The marroweels? Did that mean the Chain of Sevens wasn’t going to keep them from the Krisenth? That Father’s ships would still be in danger? “Arming her is probably a bad idea.” Her. Me. “Probably,” the Guardian said. I inched back, sure they’d turn and find me eavesdropping. A good princess would have hastened below before she could get caught. But I wasn’t a good princess. “You realize she’s going to try to kill you,” Zavier told him.
