Chapter Fifty
Talon
Talon sat on Ailis’ balcony, Brianne against his side, their shoulders pressed together, his wings retracted. Ailis was inside, having been with Brianne when she went to see Briant. As he listened to her speak about her visit with Macklyn, he wanted to pound him into the red dust that seemed to be everywhere in Caelis. “What did your grandfather say when you told him?”
“He said not to worry about Macklyn since the poor kid, his words, was feeling terrible about being duped by Elden. That I couldn’t expect him to have realised Elden was the enemy when no one else did.”
“Are they keeping him locked up?”
Brianne nodded. “Grandad said he’d be in there for as long as they deemed it necessary.”
“How long is that?”
She shrugged. “I have no idea.”
He slid his arm around
