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it. For a shiny rock that allegedly held enough godlike powers to shake the world, it hadn’t proven all that useful yet. But it wasn’t meant for him, it was promised to another. “Galyn, did Nerissa say anything else? Anything . . . about the princess? Has she been found?”
    Galyn shook his head. “No. Princess Cleiona’s still missing, along with Prince Magnus. There is a rumor going through the village, though, that Princess Lucia ran off and eloped with her tutor. Perhaps they’re all together somewhere.”
    â€œForget the princess,” Lys said, the sharp edge returned to her voice. “What does it matter if she’s alive or dead?”
    Jonas clenched his jaw. “She was counting on me to bring her the crystal. She trusted me.”
    Lys groaned. “I have absolutely no time to listen to this. I need to be on my way.” She picked up her gear. “Go back to bed, Jonas. Heal. We can deal with your golden princess’s whereabouts later.”
    â€œWait.”
    â€œWhat? We can’t ignore this chance to put an end to the King of Blood. Are you really going to try to stop me?”
    He regarded her for a moment in silence. “No. I’m coming with you.”
    She frowned and brought her concerned gaze down to his wound.
    â€œI can manage,” Jonas said. “You’re not talking me out of this.”
    He was ready for her to put up a fight—a fight he knew he probably wasn’t strong enough for. All he could do was try to look as strong and determined as possible.
    Finally, instead of resisting, she merely sighed with resignation. “Fine. But there’s no way you can go anywhere looking like
that
.”
    â€œLike what? Do I look that sick?”
    â€œNo, it’s just . . .” She glanced at Galyn.
    â€œEveryone knows who you are,” Galyn said, gesturing at Jonas with both hands. “Your face is famous around here, remember?”
    Of course. The posters plastered all around Mytica, offering a handsome reward for the capture of Jonas Agallon, rebel leader and (falsely accused) murderer of Queen Althea Damora, had ensured that. He’d been recognized several times in recent weeks, especially in Auranos.
    â€œFine. I need a disguise,” he said, raising a brow at Lysandra. “But so do you. A huge audience got a nice, long glimpse of you at your interrupted execution.”
    She dropped her gear again. “You may be right.”
    Jonas touched his dark brown hair, long enough to curl around his ears and drop down in front of his eyes if he didn’t constantly push it back. “I’ll cut my hair.”
    â€œThat’s a start,” Galyn said. “And you’re in luck. I have an eyepatch you can use. Got stung by a needle-bug a few years ago and had to wear it for a month.”
    An eye patch? He tried not to grimace at the thought of losing half his vision, even temporarily. “Yeah . . . that sounds, uh, great. I guess. Thanks.”
    Lysandra pulled a dagger out of her canvas bag. “I’ll cut your hair as soon as I’ve done my own.”
    She raised the blade to one of her long, curly locks, but Jonas caught her hand. “You’re not cutting your hair.”
    She frowned as he quickly disarmed her. “And why not?”
    He couldn’t help but grin. “Because I like your hair exactly as it is. Gorgeous and impossible to control, just like you.”
    Her hands were on her hips, and he could tell she was fighting a smile. “Then what kind of a disguise do you suggest for me?”
    His smile grew. “Simple. A gown.”
    Lysandra’s eyes widened. “A
gown
?”
    â€œA pretty one. Silk, if possible. Galyn? Do you have anything lying around here that a guest might have left behind?”
    The innkeeper chuckled. “Actually, I think I have one of my mother’s old gowns around here