“He talked about it a lot,” she said with dismay. “While we were on the road. All about the wealth humans had and how it was our legacy—you know, from when the shining ones walked the earth. He never wanted to hurt anyone, but he didn’t think it was right that we’re denied the surplus in that world.”

“A classic Storm King sympathizer,” mused Dorian. “No wonder he was so eager to serve you, Eugenie.”

I made a face, not liking the implications. “He’s a confused boy, caught up in propaganda and stories of greatness he hears from others. And, unfortunately, he’s also a boy who can easily cross worlds.”

“He’s not bad,” exclaimed Jasmine. “Or evil. Or even ... stupid. He just wants to help people, that’s all. He had to take care of his family growing up, you know. His dad died early, and the only person around to help his mom was that witchy grandmother of theirs. He had to be the man in his family. No one else would do it.”

Dorian gave her a kind smile. “Easy, there. No one’s doubting Pagiel’s bravery or devotion. I’ve heard a little about his early years too and can understand why he’d have some of these beliefs. That doesn’t make them right, however.”

I shot Dorian a questioning look. I don’t know if he just didn’t see me or if he was ignoring me, but he kept his attention on Jasmine. Before, Dorian had been rather blasé about Pagiel’s raids, and I’d kind of expected more of the same this time. I let it go because honestly, it was kind of nice to have him on my side.

“Speaking of his family life,” I said, “that’s the place to start. We need to find him, and I have a feeling he’s lying low in whichever world he’s in. Ysabel and Edria might know where he’s at.”

“And I know where they’re at since I saw them just before I left,” replied Dorian. His forehead wrinkled with a frown. “Which brings up the disturbing realization that they’ve probably known about this and weren’t telling me.” Dorian’s seemingly carefree attitude often fooled people into thinking he was a lax ruler. He wasn’t. He didn’t like having his authority undermined or people keeping secrets from him.

“I’ll go back with you to talk to them,” I said. Leaving my kingdoms wasn’t easy, and the only reason I’d imagined doing it had been because of Isaac and Ivy. A trip to the Oak Land to investigate the return of Pagiel’s Robin Hood ways had never been on the table. I turned to Roland. “You want to go?”