“Do you have a goblin in the palace? I want to go see Sebastian.” His eyebrows raise, but it’s the only sign of his surprise. “Why?” “Well, I’d like to . . .” I bite my lip, trying to think of a good way to explain that I need to gather as much information as I can. “Ah,” Misha says, cracking a smile. “We call that spying.” I glare. He chuckles. “Please don’t misunderstand. I absolutely approve.”
