It’s only a few minutes, but it feels like hours pass as Lincoln walks through the dense jungle, checking for broken twigs and whatever else he does when he’s in hunter mode. “This trail is only for Father. I don’t see any signs of the remaining Demon Patrol.”
I scan the surrounding ferns. It all looks alike to me. “Well, he did say something about the patrol finding him.”
Lincoln pauses just outside of a small clearing. “Ah, here we are.”
I follow Lincoln’s gaze to find a young version of Connor stomping about the greenery, his face contorted with frustration. He’s an imposing man, tall and broad-chested with wild blond hair.
Connor cups his hand by his mouth. “Come on, lads! Don’t make me keep calling for you! I’ll drive all the demons away.” He kicks at the jungle floor with his boo
