Se connecterJerik remained dazed, watching as Reazor talked to Eryndra. It all still felt like a dream, or perhaps a nightmare.But the main thing was, Eryndra was alive and safe, and even though Reazor didn't give much on Theron's condition, they still have a little hope he would survive.However it was still a shock he didn’t care Eryndra was an Aetheria and sister to the Sovereign. All he saw was his worries washing away.He turned to Zarin, who stood beside him without a budge.“You should go with them.”Zarin’s head snapped up.“What?”“You heard me. Though I'm still mad you knew where Theron was all these time and didn't tell me. But I understand your reason so I'm setting you free. You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you?”“No!” he said, surprising Jerik. “I’m not leaving your side. We’ll go back and face what is to come together.”Jerik blinked, staring at Zarin like he’d grown two heads.“You could get hurt if you remain by my side.”“I don’t care.” Zarin gave him a soft smile and walked
Zarin, who stared silently, suddenly felt uncomfortable.Eryndra’s tongue felt heavy. How could she tell him the truth? How could she confess that the one who killed his late wife was her own sister?Reazor, however, looked unbothered.“I think we should focus on saving Theron first, Master—” Zarin paused his words in realization.Eryndra frowned. “Master?” She looked back to Jerik and asked, “You made him a slave?”Jerik’s jaw clenched, but he spilled no word.Zarin stepped forward, standing between Jerik and her.“He didn’t exactly treat me like a slave. I was instead protected and hidden.” He turned his head briefly to Jerik. “He has been kind. Surprisingly.”Jerik’s lips thinned. “Eryn, please tell me.”“I’ll tell you the truth after Theron is healed. Now is not the best time, Jerik. You said it yourself—I must not remain here for long, and we’ll need to take Theron with us. Please.”The displeasure flashed in his eyes. It deepened when they crashed with Reazor’s again.Reazor ret
“Eryndra?”“Hello, Jerik.” Tears burned in her eyes as if her heart had just cracked open.Jerik didn’t wait. He dashed toward her and pulled her into a tight embrace.“You’re alive.” His voice trembled as his shoulders shook.Eryndra went still, clearly not expecting his reaction, but she returned the hug nevertheless.When he pulled away, tears filled his eyes as if he were unable to believe who was standing in front of him.“Is this really you?”“Yes,” she grinned. “Where is Theron?”“He is badly—” He paused, seeing the shadow he had spotted earlier and jerked when he saw it was already close.A pair of blue eyes stared back at him, with an unbelievably sharp, alluring, but dangerous appearance. Younger than he’d imagined him to be, he looked a few years older than Eryndra, with a built frame underneath his cloak.Danger oozed off him like a wave, but his face remained blank, a dark serpent curling across his chest to his neck and hissing.“He is my brother,” Eryndra said, dragging
Jerik had learned so many lessons ever since he came to the Citedal, and one of them was to get as many allies as possible.He’d long realized Kallias had chosen him as the Warden of the North for a reason.He was weak. Quickly shaken and easy to read. Easy to manipulate.And Jerik gave him just that. He made him believe he was nothing but a dumb regent he could toss aside.The same way his parents had seen him.So he stayed quiet and obeyed every rule while under the surface, he created trust within soldiers. Soldiers who believed in fairness.However, despite every plan and every effort, it felt as though he was being dragged down by vanity as he stared at Theron lying on the bed, each breath threatening to be his last.“What happened?” His voice was trembling as he threw a look over Zarin, who stood in the corner with his fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white.“This is all my fault. I should have tried harder to stop him.” Tears built up behind his eyes as he explained h
She was before him again. Those blue eyes reddened with tears, suffering, pain, and many emotions that cruelly stabbed his heart.Her tears were acid to his skin, burning through every layer until all he wanted to do was reach out and save her.But he couldn’t move.A strange force was holding him down, and he couldn’t reach her even as she pleaded for help.But the face kept changing.One moment it was his sister Lyria, and then the next it was Eryndra.Move!Fucking move!Laughter echoed around him. Pairs of devious eyes surrounded the space, all chanting how right this was.He wanted to kill them all.He wanted to bathe the hall with their blood.Only then did he realize what was holding him back.Strong, merciless chains were wrapped tightly around his limbs, digging into his skin with a cruel force.All of them leading to the huge, menacing shadow behind him, his fingers so large they held every chain together in one palm.Kallias Dreagan.His grin was menacing, deadly aura emitt
At the hideout, soldiers wove around, creating tents for the night. And while they did, they glanced at the standalone tent tucked away in the corner.“I can’t believe the Grand Marshal is with us. He looks… so different,” one of the soldiers said.“The mission must have worn him out. I can barely feel that powerful aura around him,” another said.“True. Every battle I had fought with him, I had this rest of mind we wouldn’t lose, but now…” The third soldier glanced at the head soldier, the huge muscular male who took over after Theron’s disappearance. “Even he looks more powerful.”“We can’t say.”Meanwhile, Theron sat inside the tent, staring at the sword lying flat before him, his mind distant and heavy.The curtain of his tent swung open and a strange shadow stepped in. The same shadow that visited him in the dungeon, bringing him meals and medicine.Theron knew who it was before the hood lifted from his face. White hair came into view.They stared at each other without a word, be







