This was weirdly exciting. He’d have to take a cold bath and have some bland tea when he returned.

Roderick flared his fingers at the fake prince, but remained seated (and wild-eyed).

The cart slowed down to take a turn … then sped back up!

“All dead! All in caskets!” he growled, shaking his head and upper body wildly, with his gaze staying as locked on the fake prince as he could manage mid-shake. “All my cousins!”

His voice was going to hurt something awful at this rate.