events on each other’s homelands. And Alexandal stood, waiting for new orders while maids mopped up the bloody pool and spotty trail around him. “I’ve seen it. We’ve got to find him,” Montague finished in a soft voice. “Seen it? Seen what?” Olivia was confused. “His blood, my dear, it was blue. Weren’t you just listening to what I was saying?” Montague asked. “I know Demitri saved your life during the attack on Illyrium, and believe me, I thank him for doing so, but he was playing us just to get close to you. We need to act now.” The Queen was still dizzy from disbelief. Montague kindly repeated. “At the celebration during Demitri’s speech, his bandage had blue spots. It wasn’t ink splatter or dye. The source of the