Chapter Eighteen

“Lord Typhon,” I said and bowed my head as I stood in the dank cave.

“Sire Ryder,” Typhon said, his voice echoing off the walls.

“You summoned?” I asked as Abeloth separated and bowed his head as well.

“This woman’s turning ceremony will not be permitted,” Typhon said.

“Why not?” I asked him.

“Because she is not worthy of your mark, when the time comes you will be glad that she doesn’t bear your mark,” Typhon said.

“Forgive my insolence Typhon, but she carries my heir,” I said.

“She carries your child, not your heir,” he said.

“I don’t understand,” I said to him.

“You will, this girl has only half dragonkin blood, she will not be fit to rule in your stead, she will not be as mighty as your true heir,” he said.

“You wish for me to not claim this child?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he hissed.

“You don’t approve of me with Ava?” I asked him.

“You have needs halfling, fulfill them at your own risk, but your heir will be borne by another woman,” he said.

“What?” I asked him.

“It is not the time fo