Skandra didn't want to chide someone he'd just met for being foolish and running their mouth more than they should, but it was clear to anyone who was paying attention that Ithacles was affected more by the lack of information than he was by the plot itself. Murder plots, Skandra supposed, were something you got used to when you were royalty. As for himself when Skandra found out somebody was planning to murder him or someone close to him, the Immortal was usually inconsolable. Ithacles was used to being his father's right-hand man - and saying that no one wanted him to do anything about anything was the same thing as saying he wasn't wanted. Vedette could be forgiven for that oversight because she was fucking beautiful. He just hoped she didn't do it again. Otherwise he might have to point something out to her in a less polite way.
That said, Ithacles rarely handled matters like this one anyway. Being informed and being expected to involve one's self were entirely different matters. Lethe would never turn against Ithunvel or her family - to her love of Faustben and love of blood were the same damned thing, and that was the only reason Skandra could barely pretend to tolerate her. So Vedette was probably not right but probably not wrong. He couldn't imagine they didn't want Ithacles involved. He only imagined that for some reason, it had been decided the youngest prince shouldn't know. All of this was conjecture anyway. Some of the soldiers were leering at him. They must have been working with Baldvas, who was working for Lethe, who was working for who-knew-what. Skandra couldn't overcome the feeling that somehow he was not going to like the answer when he heard it.
But theirs was to hear it.
"Time to go and see her?" asked Skandra, but it wasn't really a question.