ConfessionsWill didn’t know what to say, or what to do, what to think.
So that was him, Thero. The Dark Lord, the Creator of Evil, the Conqueror of Death. When in his short life had he ever thought there would come a day when he would come face to face with such a sight? And yet there he was.
Will tore his eyes from Thero and looked at Ehrien, who stood motionless, as white as the stone wall behind her. James and Oliver looked more concerned than ever.
“Thero?” Will wasn’t sure she realised she had spoken.
“Elizabeth…Ellie, please, I know you don’t understand but please, keep quiet,” Oliver begged in despair.
Christopher looked at them as if he was trying to solve a problem but asked no questions. For him, Ehrien was Elizabeth, and their behaviour was, to say the least, peculiar. Will
