Chapter 125

• Dane
• Present day.
• A shivering man bearing a flickering torch in the darkening courtyard as his only illumination asked one weak and irrelevant question. Had you come to kill my father? That little spark fire of defiance was already extinguished by the weight of my presence. Looking into those erstwhile broad watery eyes, I lost all hearing from the murmurs of the crowd behind him. What did a hundred fools with torches and borrowed rage stirred up by Kiara's lies mean to me? My patience went over the edge like a dry twig yielding under pressure.