Falcyn ground his teeth. “Your point?”
“Simple. You want your son… I want your rock. One for the other. Now give it.”
Yeah, right. He knew better than that.
Falcyn hesitated at giving in over her lie. “How do I know I can trust you when I know exactly how untrustworthy you are?”
“You would dare talk to me about trust after you killed my mother?”
Medea choked. “Um… you do get that Maddor is your brother? Right? Surely that hasn’t escaped your notice in all this?”
She passed a cold stare toward Medea. “Half. And he wasn’t my only one. I learned not to get attached.”
Ouch.
Falcyn’s reaction was a lot more violent. He lunged for her. Shadow caught him before he could reach her and cause them to be attacked.
“Temper, brother,” Shadow warned. “Don’t let her get under your skin. Think it through.”
Shadow was right. His anger would cause him to make a mistake, and that was what she was counting on.
Slow and steady won the race.
Still, he wanted to mount her head on the wall. Forcing his temper down, he took a deep breath and reviewed his options. He could turn into a dragon. Take a number of them out.
But they were Adoni. Wizards all. More than that, they were used to battling his kind and knew how to bring a dragon down. In a group of real dragons with the powers of his brothers, he might stand a chance against them.
Alone, even with Shadow and Medea backing him, they could do damage, but would ultimately fall to the fey bastards.
And Maddor would continue to be held by Morgen and would be punished for it. Medea would be dead, and it would all be his fault.
He could never allow that.
So he made the only decision he could. He used his powers to summon his stone and held it in his palm. “Give me my son.”
Morgen snapped her fingers for a grayling. “Fetch Maddor.”
She practically salivated for his dragonstone.
And that caused something to confuse him as he reflected on her words and eagerness.
“Question, Morgen… whyisMordred so special to you? Above all others? As you said about Maddor not being your only brother, he’s not your only child. In fact, Mordred isn’t even your only son.”
Her eyes flared red. “That’s no concern of yours, is it?”
No, but her reaction told him much. There was something special about Mordred. Something more than her other children. Just what it was remained the question.
And that sent a chill down his spine, as whatever differentiated Mordred from his siblings could not possibly bode well for the rest of them.
Ever.
Damn…
But that thought scattered as soon as he saw Maddor.
If he lived another thousand years, he’d never forget the expression on his son’s face. The disbelief that melted into relief and settled into stoicism so fast that it almost made him laugh. He’d be offended if he didn’t understand the fact that in this company it didn’t pay to show weakness.
Still, he’d seen it. No matter how brief.
