I was sure he'd say no. After all, his little rebellion seemed to be the only thing my grandfather really wanted to worry about. But when he nodded quickly to his bodyguard before meeting my gaze again, Henemordonin surprised me.

"I'm willing to talk to my son," he said. "But the first order of business is the safety of Demonicon."

Wow, that was a quick one-eighty. "Nice to hear you're being sensible," I said. "Which I find incredibly untrustworthy."

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