That was why Thorn and Shadow were here.
Why they had stayed.
The fate of the world was in their hands and if they failed.…
Everyone was doomed.
Surely, Jaden had known the repercussions of leaving a son in this realm without him or another to watch over the boy. Why would Jaden have been so careless and cold?
Was he no longer on their side?
That thought was even more chilling. Had all these centuries of serving evil finally turned Jaden?
If that was the case, then Valteri was in even more danger than he knew.
He’d been tortured by humans over a lie when the truth wasn’t much better. He could very well be a pawn to a father who might be willing to sacrifice him for his own freedom.…
Surely, Jaden wouldn’t be that cold.
Would he?
But what else made sense?
Why would he have fathered a son with a human when he knew better?
After the horrible fate that had befallen his other sons and grandson?
All of them had been sacrificed in this war.
Wincing, she didn’t know what to say to Valteri now.
Not if her suspicions were correct. Either his father was a selfish ass who wanted to sacrifice him.
Or he was so thoughtless that he hadn’t cared what happened to his son.
All she knew was that she ached to soothe some of the pain that bled from every part of him, but his rigid spine made him seem unreachable.
Formidable.
Just like his father.
And just like his father, his enemies wouldn’t rest until they saw him in chains.
Shadow paused as soon as he saw Ariel entering the donjon. With a polite excuse, he extricated himself from the extremely attractive serving wench who’d been offering herself to him.
If only he’d had a little more time.
And if Thorn didn’t have such a nasty habit of taking pleasure in interrupting his pleasure.
Rotten bastard.
“There a problem, pet?”
Ariel’s ball-shriveling expression answered that affirmatively.
“I see you have your memory back.”
She nodded. “Is there any way to restore my powers?”
