Chapter 10
Son. Please. The words invaded Davi’s mind, filling every space, overcoming every other thought. He is my son.
They were back to where the worst happened. The mountains of Isenore. It couldn’t have been far from where his father’s men almost killed him. Where he’d killed himself. His fingers brushed the hilt of his sword sheathed at his waist.
The one memory he wished he’d never gotten back seemed to vibrate through the mountains, blocking out the sun until all he saw was darkness.
He’d plunged a sword straight into his heart. He’d done it to save Trystan. A man he still couldn’t quite look in the eye.
Davi rubbed the spot on his chest that had been pierced by the blade. His father saved him. Brought him back to life.
Come with me Davion. Together we can make this right.
