ELDRIC’S POINT OF VIEW.

“Over my dead fucking body.” He replied, his jaw even tighter. I took in the way he stood before me, his stance like a ready soldier, about to whip out his sword in protection of his precious, pathetic Sloane. I smiled at that because, like his mother, the fool has a weakness. Alicia’s weakness was her son, and his weakness was Sloane.

“That can be arranged, my dear son,” I responded.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Erika said, pulling him ...