VELIN

“How did you do it, Uncle? Why did you let Damian go to the war? Why did you let that cruel warrior kill my last brother?!”

My voice echoed off the walls, sharp and trembling. He sat there, his elbows on the table, his palm covering half of his face, looking like a man who’d lost his way in his own thoughts.

“And now,” I went on, my voice breaking, “you let Finnian start asking questions about my brother behind my back. Thank the moon I lied to Rowan before, that Damian ran ...