"… I did this?" he whispered.
'No, it isn't!'
If Lenko was here, he would've jumped in immediately and gone on a whole tirade about how none of it was the tenth prince's fault. He would've insisted, loudly and stubbornly, that Muzio couldn't be blamed for any part of this storm.
But Lenko wasn't here.
And the only people around him weren't even looking at him, weren't even paying him the slightest attention. No one said a word, yet the silence itself was answer enough.
Even his younger self, who would normally be the first to scoff or argue back, said nothing. No mocking. No judgment. Just a look, a too-knowing, too-familiar look that said...
'You already know the answer. Why ask?'
It was irritating seeing that expression on 'his own face,' especially when he had Aisha slung over one shoulder and Mr. Genevra hauled up by the collar, half-strangled, just to keep the unconscious bastard from slipping.
Keiser stared at them both and could only think
