“Sauven would’ve never agreed to that deal. Queen Dasa hates you,” he remarked coolly, draping his arm over his chair and taking another sip of mott. He’d always loathed authority and politics. The society they resided in could burn to the ground for all he cared. But the twitch of the Queen’s mouth had him curious. She tipped her head at him as though he were a child. “No, they wouldn’t.”
