Dravina’s POV

“If Malrikarion knows, he” Cassian began, his voice taut with urgency.

I exhaled slowly. “He knows.”

His entire body froze. Shock rippled across his features.

“What?”

“He knows, Cassian.” My gaze held his, steady and unflinching. “Ysolde was my nanny the one my grandfather entrusted with my burial. But instead of placing a child in the ground, she saved me.”

Cassian stared, his breath caught halfway in his throat.

“She handed me off to a friend who ...