In all my life, I never imagined I would meet Fenris again. Standing there, looking at my brother's weathered face. memories crashed over me suddenly I was seventeen again,  This was the night I killed my father.

Daemon had been throwing another one of his parties that evening. Fenris was probably skulking around somewhere in the shadows—he always preferred the darkness to Daemon's loud celebrations.

My heart tugged at the memory of Lucian. He would have been there with me if he'd still ...