KAEL POINT OF VIEW.

I left the priest house and headed to the throne room.

Getting there, Damon was waiting impatiently.

He stood near the pillar beside the throne, his posture calm, almost relaxed, but his eyes were sharp. He looked at my face and frowned at once.

“You look like hell,” he said. “So tell me. Is Thorne dead?”

I didn’t sit nor did I answer right away. I walked past him, my boots scraping the stone, and slammed my fist against the arm of the throne.

“No,” I ...