We will finally have a free hand!” “We?” she whispered. “Your son will be king, but he will need your guidance.” He gripped her arm, and there was strength in those thin fingers. A grasping strength. “And you will need mine.” Savine stared at him, cold all over. “You freed us from Bayaz…” “Yes!” “So you could become Bayaz.” He narrowed his eyes. “That is unfair.”
