Chapter Twelve
Hearing the conviction in Arwyn’s voice, Trinity decided to trust that he knew what he was talking about. “How do you know the sword is still there? What if Tarrant has taken it down?” For all she knew Tarrant might want to use the sword himself.
“He gloated that he is now the one to sit in my chair, at my dining table, with my father’s sword hanging behind him.” Arwyn’s hands tightened. “He will die for what he’s done.”
Trinity nearly took a step back from Arwyn. With the amount of anger in his voice, it reminded her of Darak. “Whose son is he?” She regretted the question the moment she asked it. What if Tarrant was his son? She didn’t want to help someone kill their child. Actually, she didn’t want to help someone kill another person no matter how they were or weren’t r
