His son was grateful to him that he’d come here to rescue him.
And so was he. More than anyone would ever know.
Waiting until Maddor reached his side, he used his powers to guide the stone across the room, in thin air, to Morgen.
A wicked smile curved her lips as she seized the stone and wrapped her greedy hands around it.
Then, she looked up and pinned him with a sinister glare. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“What?”
“A dragonstone without a dragon is worthless. How stupid do you think I am?”
Honestly? Falcyn was hoping she wouldn’t remember that small detail. In fact, he’d been counting on it.
Crap…
Reacting, he pulled away from Medea, to draw their fire in the opposite direction from her presence. “Shadow? Get Maddor and Medea out of here!” He pushed them toward him, intending to cover their retreat.
But the moment his gaze met Medea’s, he realized that she had other plans.
True to her stubborn Apollite nature, she planned to stay with him.
“I won’t lose another man I love, and I won’t see you lose your son.” She brushed her lips against his an instant before she shoved him through the portal Shadow had opened, then used her powers to seal it shut.
Falcyn was through it and back in Sanctuary before he could even protest.
He landed on the third-floor section, right beside Maddor and Shadow.
Colt cocked his brow at their group. “What the hell is this? You’re back again?”
Disoriented, Falcyn scowled. “Whyarewe here? Shouldn’t we be back in Kalosis?”
Hissing, Shadow rubbed at his shoulder. “Can’t get in there without Medea. Apollymi would have a shit-fit. Might feed my raunchy ass to a Charonte. Not worth the chance.”
Panicked, Falcyn turned around slowly as he realized he had no way to reach Medea while she was in Camelot. He felt the blood draining from his face as the full impact of what she’d done hit him.
She’d sacrificed her life for his.
What the fuck was that?
Fury scorched every part of him at the very thought of her facing Morgen on his behalf. How dare she put herself in harm’s way! And for what?
For him?
I’m not worth it.
Tears choked him.
“Falcyn?”
He didn’t know who spoke. He couldn’t hear past his rushing heartbeat. Not until he felt a hand on his arm.
“Father?”
It wasn’t until then that he realized it’d been Maddor who spoke.
Blinking, he met his son’s gaze.
