“Is this revenge?” he asked Shyla, referring to when she’d spent twelve sun jumps chained in here as they tested her for magic. He had called it a testing chamber, but to her it’d always be a prison. There was one way out, but there could have been four for all the good it had done her.

“No. It’s practical.” And maybe there was a little bit of revenge in her decision to bring him here, but she wouldn’t admit to being petty. Not now. “Are you going to tell us what we need to know about why you sold us out to the priestess or am I going to have to read your soul?” She’d taken her shield down just in case he attacked with his magic.

“The priestess?” Mojag asked.

“Yeah, I figured it wasn’t the prince, too,” Ximen said. “Jayden hates the prince.”

“He hates the priestess, too.” Mojag frowned. “Probably a lie, like everything else.”

Jayden flinched. “I hate the prince more. Hated him enough to be willing to stab him with my knife. But she ruined that.”

Oh no, he didn’t get to blame her or anyone else. “By saving your worthless life. Your plan was flawed.”

“Not this again. It’s definitely not the time,” Ximen said. “Is that why you ran to the priestess? Thought she’d help you kill the prince?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “In exchange for killing…” His voice hitched. “Bazia, Payatt…our friends…the Invisible Swords.”

“No.” Jayden shot to his feet. “I didn’t tell her the location of our headquarters. Banqui did that.”

She groaned. Not this again!

“The idiot snuck out,” Jayden said. “Banqui had forgotten about one of his caches when we let him get his personal items. He said there were priceless artifacts inside, but we wouldn’t let him leave our hideout. It was too dangerous.” He huffed in disgust. “Normally opening those almost invisible doors is just about impossible to figure out, but the Water Prince’s personal archeologist certainly knew how to operate them. So smart until he came back. He’d no idea that he was being followed. The deacons showed up in force soon after he returned with his stolen treasures. Don’t give me that look, Shyla, he was stealing from the prince just like all the other archeologists before him, saving up for the perfect time to leave the city.”

It was difficult to believe Banqui’s carelessness was the reason for the attack. He’d spent quite a bit of time in the prince’s black cells—an experience, she was sure, that no one ever wanted to repeat. “But after we rescued you, I asked you if Banqui was involved. You said you didn’t know.”

“You asked if he betrayed us. And I didn’t know. He could have purposely led the deacons to our hideout.”

“Do you know where he is?”