Sinbad was smiling.
I have a bad feeling about this.
“There’s more than one way to get ears behind closed doors,” the king of Sindria announced grandly. “Isn’t that right, Prince Alibaba?”
…Yep, Alibaba managed to think, frozen. It’s bad.
He didn’t want to think about it. Not the palace he’d been locked up in most of three years; not the people who’d cared – or hadn’t – about the street-grubby interloper in their midst. Even touching the edges of the idea of I’ll have to go in there to get Cassim made Alibaba want to flinch. Being a prince had turned his whole life upside-down and inside-out, and the moment he’d tried to bridge his two worlds….
Disaster. Death. If I go back there, I’ll just screw everything up. Again.
But they were running out of options, and out of time.
I don’t want to tear up anyone else’s life. But if Kou wins here… people in the palace will either be with them, or dead.
And Alibaba knew at least one man who would never be with the Empire. He hoped. “Is Barkakk still General of the Right?”
“He is,” Ja’far stated. And didn’t quite roll his eyes at Sinbad’s interested look. “You didn’t think I’d let you get this far without making sure there was at least one person in charge of the palace guards who’d be willing to overlook your Vessels when Abhmad tried to throw us in a bottomless chasm, did you?”
Masrur lifted an interested brow, as Sinbad perked up. “Since when does Balbadd have a bottomless chasm?”
“They’d dig one for you,” Ja’far said dryly.