“What made you do it?” I asked Elm, winded as I climbed the stairs. “You’re a Destrier—a Prince, second in line for the crown. Why risk it at all?” “Emory’s dying. I do what I have to do to save him. That’s what family does.” “Aren’t the Rowans your family, too?” “Aren’t they yours?” he said, gesturing to the walls of Spindle House.
