“They looked nervous at the mention of his name,” Dylan began to smile. “They may be siding with Moire, but they don't approve of the way she treats her son. It was the light elf who finally spoke up.”
“He told you where Bress is?” Keir asked.
Dylan nodded, “And he's still here, in San Francisco.”
“She's holding him here?” I growled. “That's some super-villain sized balls.”
“That's Moire for you,” Keir stood and started heading for the door.
“Where are you going?” Dylan asked.
“To gather what healthy soldiers we have, and go save our nephew,” Keir said as if it were obvious.
I was already standing. I'd thought it was obvious as well.
“You can't go,” Dylan shifted his stare from Keir to me. “Neither of you. Moire will most likely be there. This mission is ten times more dangerous than driving to the Council House.”
“He's family,” Keir said firmly.
“So is Moire,” Dylan countered.
“I'm going,” I declared. Both men swiveled their heads towards me, but I continued before they could say anything. “I can dress in extinguisher gear, full helmet with the face shield down. They won't know it's me.”
“One look at your aura will tell her,” Dylan scoffed.
“But she'll think I'm an extinguisher,” I smirked. “Moire won't be checking out my aura.”
Dylan looked to Keir, Keir stared at me. Cat barked.
“Cat stays here,” Dylan announced. “Her presence will give you away.”
Cat whined.
“You're my only heir,” Keir shook his head. “I can't send you.”
“And you're the King of Twilight,” I shrugged. “It's never stopped us before.”
Everyone in the room gave me a pained expression, including Cat.
“Without Bress, Moire has no need to kill us,” I pointed out. “If she can't control her son, she won't try to put him on the Twilight throne.”
“Goddess damn it!” Keir swore. “Go, before I change my mind.”
“I love you, Dad,” I hugged him. “I'll be careful.”
“I know, Seren,” Keir kissed my forehead. “I just wish your fiancé was here. I would feel much better if he were going with you.”
“Her what?” Dylan's eyes went wide.
“Seren has accepted King Raza's marriage proposal,” Keir said proudly.
“Fuck me,” Dylan whispered.
“Dylan, this is a good thing,” Keir scowled at his brother.
“Not if word spreads,” Dylan grimaced. “Even if we rescue Bress, Moire will still want Seren dead.”
“She's now Raza's heir,” Keir whispered.
