CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
If you’ve ever lost someone in your life—a child, a mother, a close relative who meant everything to you—then you can imagine what was going through my heart.
Love. Excitement. Fear. An opportunity to make up for lost time. Regret.
My feet might as well have been in cement shoes. I went numb to all the pain I was feeling.
All that mattered was that my son was staring back at me. My son, my boy, that I lost because of Visgaroth.
I searched the dead jinn’s eyes for any traces of my son. The eyes of another stared back at me. But there was no mistaking the voice.
It was my Marcus.
“Dad, you shouldn’t have come here,” he said.
“Why?” I asked Marcus. “Why are you here?”
Visgaroth’s projection jumped in front of the dead jinn, blocking him from view.
“That’s a ques
