“Do you trust him?” she whispers when Cardan is no longer within earshot. “Sometimes,” I admit. She gives me a sympathetic look. “He was nice in the carriage. I didn’t know he knew how to be nice.” That makes me laugh. At the door to my chambers, she puts her hand on my arm. “He was trying to impress you, you know. Talking to me.” I frown. “I think he just wanted to hear about weird candy.” She shakes her head. “He wants you to like him. But just because he wants you to doesn’t mean you should.”
