Rowan's heart jerked against his ribs as if struck by a bolt of lightning. The edges of his dream-state began to bleed into wakefulness at the sudden burst of adrenaline that accompanied Ozul's dire words about his sister.
"No…she can't die. Yamm promised to prevent it."
"That is precisely what he is trying to do," Ozul said. "He would have told you himself when he was here if he was able, but you were indebted to him for one favor only, and he used it to bring him here…for his son. He trusted me to do the rest because I never fail."
Rowan felt his ability to focus wavering as the panic over his sister pushed him farther away from where his attention needed to be. "Favor?"
"You shared ambrosia from his cup, even if it was on accident. You owed him a favor." Ozul's voice seemed to pour directly into his ear, guiding him back. "Look at my eyes Death Wielder."
