Drakoen looked at the child that was brought to him with a look of disdain in his eyes. The son of his enemy. Everything in him fought not to squash him under his feet and be done with him. No matter how he felt about him, he couldn't do as he wished because he was important to his plans. He had him placed in a cage in the middle of the room. Not long ago, he was crying his head out. Drakoen just watched him without attempting to get him to stop. His cries sounded like music to his ears. Seeing ...