*Rion*

I gritted my teeth as I knelt by Eva’s bedside.

I stood up straight but kept my hand on Eva’s while I glared daggers at the men in the doorway. They cowered slightly but then stood up straighter.

“We are under orders, Stormfall,” one spat. “It’s nothing personal. Please be cooperative.”

I scoffed at that, feeling my whole countenance darkening. I glanced down at the boys, who were staring up at me with wide, trusting ...