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of an ogre frozen in the trunk of an ash tree.
“That it is,” Bain agreed. With a two-finger gesture, they split up and continued to move silently through the forest.
An hour later, Kale found Bain at the Dark Land border. Bain tipped his chin towards Darion’s lands. “He’s probably already past our borders. We’ll need to see what Cree wants us to do.”
Kale nodded. “You okay, big man?”
Bain nodded. “I fucking hate them… and my mother is one of them.”
Kale slapped Bain on the back but could find no words to help him. “Come on, let’s get back.”
****
Zarek stormed through the halls of the Black Castle. Throwing open the doors to the study, he was met with a pair of knowing, citrine eyes, and an emerald stare lit with curiosity.
“Problem?” Alistair queried, his tone lending credence to the knowing hint in his eyes.
“Yes, there is a problem. He’s gone!” Zarek snapped.
Alistair returned his gaze to the scroll in his lap. “Yes, and he’s not the only one.”
Zarek’s stare cooled even further. “Go on,” he ground out through bared teeth.
“Kadar is missing as well. My guess is that we had some visitors of the warrior variety.”
“And Makyle’s pet, Isabelle, no doubt.”
“I believe he thinks of her more as a daughter than a pet,” Josiah corrected. “The question is—where were you? It was your turn to check on him.”
Zarek crossed his arms over his chest. “I did check on him. He was passed out at the hands of a banshee. I let her know that they were to keep him alive.”
Alistair shook his head. “Then you… what?”
Zarek growled, “You don’t need to keep track of my movements, Alistair. However, I will tell you that I was collecting a soul.”
Josiah stood and made his way over to the large fireplace that rarely housed flames, but he tossed a couple logs in and lit the hearth. “I would have taken the list while you watched over our brother.”
Zarek sighed. He could never please them. “Makyle was fine when I left him.”
“Clearly he is even better now.” Alistair took one more dig before setting the scroll aside, standing up, and walking to Zarek. “What would you like to do?”
“I can’t sense him,” Zarek admitted.
“Nor can I. Josiah?”
“No, he’s not on my radar at all. Can you sense Kadar?”
Alistair shook his head. “I could briefly, but I lost him a short while ago.”
Zarek grinned. “The Light Fae have them both. No doubt using the same magic they did before to hide the child and Makyle from us.”
“Perhaps,” Josiah acknowledged. It was the most likely scenario.
“Then we need to go get him,” Zarek announced and headed for the door, only turning around when Alistair and Josiah didn’t immediately follow. “Is there a problem?”
“No, but first there needs to be a discussion. We need to decide the lengths we are willing to go in order to bring Makyle back.”
Zarek furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, if the Light are unwilling to return him, how far will we go to get him back?”
“He belongs here. We will take back what is ours.”
Josiah nodded. “And therein lies the problem. We don’t own Makyle—he is our equal. I’m not even sure we had a right to punish or judge him.”
“You’re going soft,” Zarek accused. “We chose this together.”
“Yes, we did. However, what gave us the right to decide his fate?”
“The Fates did!” Zarek shouted. “This is why we were created—we judge those who perish in the Middle World. We rule this domain as a collective. He went against the collective, and together we decided on his punishment. It’s what we do. It’s what we’ve always done.”
“To others,” Alistair interjected calmly, “not to one another. We must stay calm, and we must, as a collective, agree what to do now. Personally, I am more concerned with finding Kadar.”
“He is inconsequential—but a blip on our radar.”
“Wrong. He was the one
“That it is,” Bain agreed. With a two-finger gesture, they split up and continued to move silently through the forest.
An hour later, Kale found Bain at the Dark Land border. Bain tipped his chin towards Darion’s lands. “He’s probably already past our borders. We’ll need to see what Cree wants us to do.”
Kale nodded. “You okay, big man?”
Bain nodded. “I fucking hate them… and my mother is one of them.”
Kale slapped Bain on the back but could find no words to help him. “Come on, let’s get back.”
****
Zarek stormed through the halls of the Black Castle. Throwing open the doors to the study, he was met with a pair of knowing, citrine eyes, and an emerald stare lit with curiosity.
“Problem?” Alistair queried, his tone lending credence to the knowing hint in his eyes.
“Yes, there is a problem. He’s gone!” Zarek snapped.
Alistair returned his gaze to the scroll in his lap. “Yes, and he’s not the only one.”
Zarek’s stare cooled even further. “Go on,” he ground out through bared teeth.
“Kadar is missing as well. My guess is that we had some visitors of the warrior variety.”
“And Makyle’s pet, Isabelle, no doubt.”
“I believe he thinks of her more as a daughter than a pet,” Josiah corrected. “The question is—where were you? It was your turn to check on him.”
Zarek crossed his arms over his chest. “I did check on him. He was passed out at the hands of a banshee. I let her know that they were to keep him alive.”
Alistair shook his head. “Then you… what?”
Zarek growled, “You don’t need to keep track of my movements, Alistair. However, I will tell you that I was collecting a soul.”
Josiah stood and made his way over to the large fireplace that rarely housed flames, but he tossed a couple logs in and lit the hearth. “I would have taken the list while you watched over our brother.”
Zarek sighed. He could never please them. “Makyle was fine when I left him.”
“Clearly he is even better now.” Alistair took one more dig before setting the scroll aside, standing up, and walking to Zarek. “What would you like to do?”
“I can’t sense him,” Zarek admitted.
“Nor can I. Josiah?”
“No, he’s not on my radar at all. Can you sense Kadar?”
Alistair shook his head. “I could briefly, but I lost him a short while ago.”
Zarek grinned. “The Light Fae have them both. No doubt using the same magic they did before to hide the child and Makyle from us.”
“Perhaps,” Josiah acknowledged. It was the most likely scenario.
“Then we need to go get him,” Zarek announced and headed for the door, only turning around when Alistair and Josiah didn’t immediately follow. “Is there a problem?”
“No, but first there needs to be a discussion. We need to decide the lengths we are willing to go in order to bring Makyle back.”
Zarek furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, if the Light are unwilling to return him, how far will we go to get him back?”
“He belongs here. We will take back what is ours.”
Josiah nodded. “And therein lies the problem. We don’t own Makyle—he is our equal. I’m not even sure we had a right to punish or judge him.”
“You’re going soft,” Zarek accused. “We chose this together.”
“Yes, we did. However, what gave us the right to decide his fate?”
“The Fates did!” Zarek shouted. “This is why we were created—we judge those who perish in the Middle World. We rule this domain as a collective. He went against the collective, and together we decided on his punishment. It’s what we do. It’s what we’ve always done.”
“To others,” Alistair interjected calmly, “not to one another. We must stay calm, and we must, as a collective, agree what to do now. Personally, I am more concerned with finding Kadar.”
“He is inconsequential—but a blip on our radar.”
“Wrong. He was the one
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