This felt weird. What if Robert found out he was playing mad? He’d probably convince him he was mad.

But madness, imitated or otherwise, had a strange sort of freedom in it.

Roderick sunk back against the seat, rocking back and forth with his head cast down. Magnus had been a nasty … could he really call it a shock? He supposed it was, but he still felt more foolish than shocked.

“Cousin, my cousin,” he hissed as he rocked, looking up with wide eyes once more.

The cart began to slow down again …