“She needs to be moved out of the palace.” Caius sighed and set his pen down. “I know. I’ll have Rory arrange it tomorrow.” Sam released a booming laugh. “Already trying to woo her, I see.” Caius lifted a shoulder and sat back. “She can’t hate me forever.” “If she thinks you murdered her sister, yes, she can.” “I need something tangible to convince her it wasn’t me,” Caius said, twisting one of the rings on his hand. “We both know it was Gedeon,” Sam replied. “The question is why?”
