The Lost Hero - Chapter 11
They were all in his suite when he arrived.
Karn shot up from a chair. “My prince, I must—”
The Sword made a hissing sigh as Ero drew it. Karn froze, chin straining up as the tip pressed into his throat.
“Give me a reason I shouldn’t kill you.”
The others pressed together. Karn held up his hands. “My prince—”
“Don’t!” Ero barked. “Don’t dare to pretend!”
Karn swallowed noisily. But he persisted. “My prince, please, I must warn you.”
“What does Jharen want?”
“How did—?”
“What?”
Karn flinched as the Sword dug into his skin, a trickle of blood beading up. “You’re in danger. The queen is—”
He choked, collar twisted in Ero’s fist.
“When?”
“Tonight. Midnight. Kill her.”
“How?”
“Assassins. Sevietians. I am to let them in, claim to have a message from you. Implicate you; you’ll be arrested and executed. Claim she was poisoning the king, a coup.”
“Swear it! Swear to Athus’li!”
“By the Earth Mother, my prince, it is the truth.” His sincerity could not be doubted. He staggered as Ero dropped him.
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