Chapter 115

Fenris dragged Soren tight against him, the blade gleaming at the boy’s throat. "Clear the way. Prepare me a car—or I’ll kill him."

"Do as he says."

Varkas’s voice was calm, cold as an arrow of ice.

The guards scattered to obey. Whispers rippled—everyone knew by now. The once-respected second-in-command was holding his leader’s son hostage.

It left a bitter taste in every mouth.

Fenris’s own heart