"So are you saying you believe in fate?" Felix asked softly, and even his tone that played at mockery could not disguise that his interest was genuine. He was thinking of Mildmay again, and the prophecy that had shaped his future. Thamuris had said that it would have happened anyway, and Felix was still not sure if it unsettled him more that a ritual had somehow changed the course of his and his brother's life, or that he had no real choice in anything at all.