“The grandmaster is here.”

Those were the only words it took for Rael’s face to grow as cold as death. His breath ceased and his gaze became blurry. His fingers dug into the table until they almost bled. His father had returned.

“Where is he?” he asked, trying to keep his voice level, not wanting the council members to notice what was going on.

“He’s at the Eighth Manor. He sent for you.”

Rael nodded and dismissed the guard. Once he was out the door, he turned to the ...