Inside, I was jubilant. Jasmine and the others had gotten away! At a basic level, I was simply happy they were safe. In the greater scheme of things, it also meant my hands were no longer tied. I could summon a storm right now and have no fears of retribution. Of course, that would be pre-emptive since the rest of my plan wasn’t yet fully developed. The more I studied Varia, though, the more it became obvious I wasn’t the only one who’d reached this conclusion about my new freedom.

“I wouldn’t be so arrogant if I were you,” she said. “As I said before, I hold a lot more game pieces than you do and control a lot that’s dear to you.”

I kept my face neutral, but inside, my heart was racing. I remembered her previous lists of threats. Right now, my friends were off the table, and I sincerely doubted she’d found Isaac and Ivy. What did that leave? My kingdoms. She was pissed off enough about the escape to do something drastic, and nightmare scenarios ran through my mind. What if she blasted one kingdom to show me she was serious about the other? There was a staggering amount of innocent lives in my hands, and if she did attempt to hurt them, I really would blow her apart now, storm or no storm.

Varia smiled cruelly. “Soon you’ll see just how much I control when—oh, for the gods’ sake! Get them out of here!”

Her moment of drama had been derailed when those wretched little dogs began barking again. A servant quickly scooped them up and scurried out of the room. She swore when one of them bit her.

“Now then.” Varia nodded toward a guard. “Bring him in.”

The guard gave a curt salute and hurried out the door. He returned a moment later with a prisoner—Dorian.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who’d gotten an early wake-up call. Dorian looked a little worn around the edges but otherwise showed no signs of injury or distress. Indeed, he wore his typically indolent look, as though he’d wanted to come here in chains and Varia had been kind enough to oblige him. His eyes flicked briefly to me before focusing on Varia. He gave her one of his charming smiles.

“Your Majesty. How nice of you to call me to breakfast. And I must say, you look very fetching this morning. I’m always saying women don’t go to enough trouble to match their décor. I also always say that brushes are overrated. Right, Eugenie?”

I didn’t answer, mostly because I was too preoccupied with what Varia’s next move was going to be. I didn’t think Dorian’s presence here was a good sign. She studied him for several long moments and then turned her attention back to me.