Adyr grinned, confident and threatening. "You're afraid of my family."
He was right. Sevrak had done all of this for power, and he finally had enough to leave the Outer Region and start anew in the Midlands.
With a new life ahead and fresh chances to grow, he wasn't foolish enough to risk it by provoking an ancient family through the murder of one of their youths.
Well, Marielle and Niva would be furious if I died, Adyr thought, amused by the notion, since they were the only family he truly had.
"But I still can't leave without taking something with me. You understand, right?" Sevrak's face curved into a smile that tightened in their chests like a threat as his words landed.
"What do you want?" Zephan asked, steeling himself for a fight he knew he could not win.
