Killian wished for death right then, for the floor to swallow him whole, for the darkness to claim him and end this torment. Voren was clearly settling old scores, getting back for letting him off at the Silver Moon pack a few days ago.
The man's silence spoke louder than any threat could, his cold observation about Killian's intact face revealing just how deep the grudge ran.
What a heartless monster, Voren Ashkael. Raising another monster in Corvine's image, creating a weapon that would turn against anyone who threatened what he loved.
The irony wasn't lost on Killian. He'd gone too far, and now he was paying the price with every broken bone in his body.
Corvine hadn't seen Athaliah's face until Voren's words drew his gaze toward her. His eyes traced the curve of her cheek, the delicate line of her jaw, and something inside him fractured.
