The Prince grimaced, glanced at me, the dog, and then said, “We need to talk.”
“I assumed so. This way.” The King turned and headed back the way we'd come.
Before I could follow, the Prince grabbed my forearm and lifted my arm to look at the glove. “What did you hit me with?”
“A lightning glove.”
Prince Racmar grunted and dropped my arm as if it disgusted him. “You're lucky it was Tarocvar you tried to kill. If it had been me, you'd be dead.”
“And you're lucky I hit you with my glove instead of letting Ren have you.” I followed my king. Over my shoulder, I said, “If it was her, you'd be dead.”
No, that wasn't in the least bit true, but it was sure fun to see the Prince's furious reaction.