"You smell powerful. Though I hate to say this, I am the son of Ereves, the king of darkness," he announced, just as Ereves had instructed him, knowing that many of them feared him, fear that ran so deep they could not even destroy Ereves without seeking help outside their world many years ago.
His words made them gasp, and many began to move back, but Thomas stood his ground, arms folded against his chest as he continued regarding Rohan.
"A half demon. No wonder you could come here. Do you think that by telling us you are Ereves' son, we will fear you and hand over the prisoners?"
"That wasn't the plan actually," Rohan replied smoothly. "I don't hope you would fear me because of who sired me. I hope to make you fear me because I am me. I like it when people shiver at the thought of my name, which we are getting there. Now, before we get into knowing me, I want to know where you keep the prisoners."
