I have far less gold than the wanted posters offer for my head.â
âSomebodyâs a bit of a pessimist, isnât he? With the kingâs eyes everywhere lately, looking for anyone causing trouble, what I want is someone watching my back while I watch his. Why not partner up with the infamous Jonas Agallon, I say?â He glanced in the direction Rufus ran off. âIâm not seeing much competition. You need me. Simple as that.â
âYou want to be a rebel?â
âWhat I want is to cause trouble and create mayhem wherever I can.â Felixâs grin widened. âIf that makes me a rebel, then so be it. How about I start by helping you save your friends?â
Jonas continued to eye Felix with wariness, his heart pounding as fast as it had during the fight. âThe guard was only telling us what we wanted to hear. Weâve no way to know if my friends are really in the palace dungeon.â
âThere are no guarantees in this life, only strong possibilities. Thatâs enough for me.â
âEven if they are there, the dungeon would be impossible to breach.â
Felix shrugged. âI kind of like impossible challenges. Donât you?â
Despite his best efforts to ignore it, hope had begun to well up in Jonasâs chest. Hope often led to pain. . . .
But hope could also lead to victory.
Jonas studied the tall, muscular boy whoâd just taken out five guards single-handedly. âImpossible challenges, huh?â
Felix laughed. âThe most enjoyable ones. So what do you say? Shall we be partners in anarchy?â
Felix was right about one thing: Jonas didnât have a long line of skilled rebels waiting to fight by his side.
He relented, grasping hold of the fluttering hope inside of him and smiling. âSounds like a plan.â
Felix grabbed Jonasâs outstretched hand. âAnd I promise I wonât run off into the forest with my tail between my legs like your friend back there.â
âIâd appreciate that.â Plans and schemes were already racing through Jonasâs head. The future suddenly seemed infinitely brighter.
âTomorrow we get started on freeing your friends,â Felix said. âAnd sending as many of the kingâs guards to the darklands as we can.â
As far as friendships went, Jonas thought, this was an excellent beginning.
CHAPTER 2
MAGNUS
AURANOS
M agnus had no appetite for a celebratory feast, yet thatâs exactly what greeted him the day after he returned to the Auranian royal palace in the City of Gold. Heâd just endured a grueling ride back from Paelsia and was now required to attend a banquet honoring his victory against the rebels.
Guests drank without restraint as bottle upon bottle of sweet Paelsian wine flowed like spring water. Not so long ago, Magnus would never have indulged in such frivolous things, which were forbidden in his homeland of Limeros.
But things had changed. Now, heâd decided, he would indulge whenever possible.
He arrived late. A few hours late, actually. He couldnât care less about punctuality, but as the guest of honor he was supposed to have made a grand entrance, and it seemed as if heâd missed his initial introduction. He managed to enjoy three gobletsâ worth of sweet wine before he was interrupted.
âMagnus.â The sound of the kingâs voice cut through him like a blade. It was the first contact heâd had with his father since his return; Magnus had been purposely avoiding him.
He turned to meet his fatherâs cold, appraising gaze. King Gaius had dark brown eyes, just like Magnusâs, and their hair was the same nearly black shadeâthe kingâs had not yet shown any sign of graying. His father wore his finest formal surcoat, made from richly woven charcoal gray cloth and bearing the Limerian symbol of intertwining snakes in red silk thread on the sleeves. Magnus wore a nearly identical coat,