The Captain stole a glance at Guzman. The beast seemed to be sharing his thoughts. The inside of the palace was eerily quiet. The Captain had expected to meet assailants the moment they walked into the palace but so far, nothing. The Captain swept his eyes over his men. They were in front of him, their movements were stiff, his warriors were rigid with fear. Who could blame them? Many of his men were young, many had not encountered magical creatures at close quarters. Even so, these young men had escorted him to Healer’s Island, and for that, he was forever indebted to them. The Captain’s eyes lingered on one particular warrior, the one he had trained, the one he had thought most loyal. Julian had barely uttered a word since the bizarre events at the Island. A chill made its way up the Cap
