Gavriel did not waste a single moment.

The moment the gates of House Aetherion were fully secured and the cries of battle faded into uneasy silence, he turned his back on everything else. Titles, victories, bloodlines, judgment… None of it mattered to him right now except for Althea and the Tree of Life.

“Zander,” he said sharply, already moving. “Make the arrangements. Clear the path. I’m taking her to the Tree of Life.”

Zander understood without needing further explanation. He ...