“Where are we?” I expected more snarky attitude, but he gave me a straight answer.
“This is Grandfather’s citadel.”
That told me nothing. “Who’s your grandfather?”
“Alexandru Mondragon.”
“The Rege?” My jaw dropped. The Regehadn’t looked old enough to be a grandpa.
“Are you satisfied?”
“Not exactly. Why am I here?”
“Duke Adam brought you here for your protection.”
“Huh?”
“Apparently, someone tried to get at you through your subconscious.”
I thought of the nightmare. “Who?”
He shrugged. “The Duque de Malaga would be the most likely candidate, but everyone knows how badly he was injured when he tried to enter your house. Grandfather did that, you know.” The kid’s pride was obvious.
“So if it’s not de Vivar—”
“Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I have to cut this conversation short. I…I need you.”
“Yeah? Well I’m not in love with you and I’m not going to feed you.”
That seemed to distract him. “That’s weird. How come?”