Elijah had the answer at the tip of his tongue, but he suddenly halted, a sly smile curving his lips. "Of course, the throne doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Violet Purple, your heir, doesn't it?"
The way Angus's smile vanished was nearly comical.
Elijah was smug. "I'm right, aren't I? So instead of the senile father, we place his rightful heir on the throne," he said sarcastically.
For a moment, Angus seemed caught off guard. Then, as always, he recovered with unsettling calm. "I have to give you that," he said evenly. "And you're right. My daughter, Violet, is the rightful heir, the child I had with my mate. A child of both worlds."
It was Elijah's turn to be stupefied. He hadn't known that Violet's mother had been Angus's mate. So where was she now? If she had been around, he should have heard one or two things about her.
Still, he didn't let his shock last. If anything, Elijah hoped his brother would keep talking, and maybe reveal more.
